For ten years and four months, Zhou Xiaoyu has always remembered. She often recalled when it started. It was a secret, a contradiction, a blatant preference for him, and a pitiful and powerless one. How can this be made clear? If we go back, Zhou Xiaoyu would rather not know him.
Perhaps it was time that Yang Yichen lost his high-spirited spirit. He hated Zhou Xiaoyu and loved Zhou Xiaoyu. She was always worried. It was such a worried girl who took root in Yang Yichen's heart.
The wind was cool, fanning the letter with tear stains in the iron box, fanning the hearts of the two of them.
"Zhou Xiaoyu, do you want to go with me?"
"Don't know"
"..."
"You always act like you're being controlled by others, what do you want..."
Reading Guide
*The description in this article is relatively detailed. Babies who want to see the fast pace can skim or stop.
*The emotional instability of the heroine was caused in the early stage, but she is gradually growing, please be more understanding.
Determination: Whatever your heart desires, you will achieve it