Warm yellow light shone on Xia Sheng's desk, which was a preview of the upcoming dark day. Xia Sheng sat up and stared at the yellow light in a daze. It seemed like we were back in the early summer of that year. There was also a warm yellow light in the classroom. The boy was sitting lazily on the door frame of the back door, carrying a bag on one shoulder. He urged her to pack up quickly in a low tone. The sun was against him, and his good-looking face became even more beautiful under the exaggeration of the environment. She was moved, and she was only moved because of him.
Intention: learning