On the day I was confessed to, Zhou Wan stood in front of me, with a chill in his beautiful eyes, without waiting for the person to say anything.
She spoke first: "Do you really want to be with him?"
No one knows that I have a secret that has been buried for many years. It grows crazily in the dark night and devours my perception.
I love weeknights.
I have a crazy crush on her and always want to take her as my own.
But I know I can't.
She is my sister.
Although we are not close, I have called her for ten years.
"Yes, I like him."
She approached slowly and threw the diary full of her name into my arms.
"Lying."
Intention: Flowers bloom and butterflies come
