If the human eye is a window, then the window with the pool view has been tightly closed until the cracks are covered with weeds and filled with soot and dust.
She was drowning in a dead sea, and the feeling of suffocation oppressed her all the time. When she was about to die, someone held her hand and put it against her forehead. It was as light as when she was playing games when she was a child, but it was as heavy as it was gentle.
The seeds buried in my heart when I was young took root and sprouted unconsciously when we reunited.
"You can feel my heart." The young man's face was hazy under the dim street light, obviously illusory, but the hand he held was actually warm.
"How have you been doing after all these years?"
"How have you been doing after all these years?"
The cold and cute heroine with a hard mouth and a soft heart x the arrogant male protagonist who is hot on the outside and cold on the inside
The final sweet story of two little bitter melons...
Intention: Love is like first meeting
