I sat beside the yellow snow in late winter and wrote the unfinished letter. The mist of xenon turns into fragmented memories on the tip of the pen. After pushing aside the thick shell of winter, the belated snow tonight melted the temperature hidden in my heart, leaving only a few hazy figures of the low mountain. Above Yin Lianlian
The love of youth is like the wind, invisible but felt; like the name engraved on the table, afraid that you will see it, but afraid that you will not be able to see it. Above Cui Ciyan
The story of a genius girl × a super academic? What interesting things can happen in Xingqian Academy?
Purpose: Even if you are in love, you must study hard
