One evening in my sophomore year of high school, after class, I was walking through the corridor holding my books and was hit hard by a person running towards me.
I smelled the strong smell of smoke and subconsciously frowned.
"I'm sorry, classmate, are you okay?" The boy asked me anxiously with an embarrassed look on his face, not out of worry, but because he wanted to move on.
Soon I found out that his name was Qiao Heng.
You are like a draft, all I miss is the temperature when the wind blows towards my face
Real gangster and fake good student
be, the male and female protagonists have never been together, and the male protagonist is not a good person, but he can pretend to be in front of the female protagonist
It's a short story, written casually. It will be updated slowly but I will continue to complete it. The pace of the article will also be slower, and the plot will not have much ups and downs. There was no early love plot when I was in school, and there was no love line as an adult.
This article does not have any realistic prototypes
Intention: Regret may not necessarily be a regret