Paper Planes Flying over Summer (Youth Pain)

There is always a painting hidden in my heart. It is a girl's smile. It is faint and shallow, like a drop of thick ink accidentally splashed on the rice paper, slowly rendering it away bit by bit, but leaving an indelible trace. This is just about our passing years. Regarding this novel, Xiaoyao is going to write it in an imaginary style. It may be a little slow to get started. I hope you can be patient and read a few more chapters. I also hope you can give me more suggestions! Only when you are under pressure will you be motivated. In this way, Xiaoyao will work hard to write better. Thank you to those who read Xiaoyao's articles! Please continue to support me! Muma~