Depositing~To be revised, will not abandon the trap
The year I first met Lin Xuzhi, it was at the opening ceremony. Lin Xuzhi gave a speech on the stage as a representative of outstanding students. The girl was wearing the same school uniform as everyone else, with a high ponytail. A gust of wind blew by, and the tail of her hair swayed with the wind. A few strands of broken hair on her forehead were messed up by the wind, and the boy's heart was also messed up.
"The wind that year messed up not only the ends of her hair, but also the rhythm of my heartbeat throughout my life." ——Xu Qingfeng
"Mint-flavored breeze, a little sweet."
[Note: The writing is average, please be careful if you mind]
Intention: youth
