It was still summer, an ordinary summer. Zhang Xuxi habitually took out a pack of cigarette boxes squeezed into irregular squares and a light yellow lighter with some paint peeling off from his black coat.
"That"
Her voice was soft and soft, just like jasmine flowers with dewdrops in the morning, fresh and elegant with a hint of sweetness.
Zhang Xuxi then raised his head, and the flames swayed into small shadows between the two of them.
A girl wearing a light green school uniform stood on the three steps, her skirt lifted and dropped by the draft, like some kind of butterfly that hesitated to speak.
"The dean is checking for disciplinary violations."
The opponent's raised wrist was wrapped with a faded prayer rope, and a mint that was about to melt hung on his fingertips. "Or, do you want to try this?"
The pipes of tobacco chirped in the silence. Zhang Xuxi suddenly noticed that the second button of the other party's white shirt was tied in the wrong position, and a line of porcelain-white skin leaked out of the misplaced gap, which made her throat tighter than the cigarette between her lips.
Intention: Only by loving yourself can you be loved by others
