Give You Half of My Time

The boy on the bicycle was bathed in the sun. Maybe it was too windy and Huan Yuan couldn't hear the boy's name clearly. "Ming..." His surname lingers in Huanyuan's heart. * Mingyu looked at Huanyuan, who was pale on the hospital bed, and tried hard to hide the tears he had shed: "I have liked you for thirteen years..." ***If you don't want to see, don't talk, please get out. *** ***No logical thinking, don't click in! *** ***Don't make trouble, I won't listen, it's my business to write whatever you want! ***]