"Being sick is painful. I hope you are safe and healthy."
In the midsummer of that year, Zhou Qiao sat and looked at the young man outside. His name was Jian Yu. Simple Jane elm of elm. He studies well but doesn't seem to be very approachable and doesn't seem to like making friends.
"Can I be friends with you?"
"Whatever"
A girl hides her thoughts in her heart and writes her thoughts in a notepad. This is her own little secret...
Intention: I wish you peace and joy, no worries, no illness, no disasters and no disasters