While looking at the scenery in front of her, Qing Qian recalled what happened four years ago. Two boys who had never met each other happened to be in the same class on campus, and there always seemed to be some coincidence that brought them together.
"Hello, Qianyu, Class 9, Grade 2,
"Well, Qing Hui from Class 9, Grade 2, High School"
"Go and have a look at my house. There are wind chimes?"
"Yeah, very beautiful"
Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, good at capturing details and clear paintings x relaxed and cheerful little sun
The cp is clear and shallow, don't stand in reverse positions and don't attack each other. Look at the text and tags to avoid yourself. I love you all.
Don't make fun of other people's works, and don't make fun of my works, little darlings.
Deng Deng is exhausted (hey)
Intention: Make progress every day