Meeting Gardenias in Midsummer

The midsummer of seventeen years old was filled with the chirping of cicadas and the fragrance of gardenias. The wind blew past the poplar trees in the playground, and the sun shone on the tips of his hair. Chen Ruoxi raised her head and looked into Wu Jingxing's deep eyes. At that moment, she realized that the greatest joy in youth is not the branches full of gardenias, but that the person I like also likes me. It's midsummer, it's gardenia, it's my heartbeat, it's you. From the school uniform to the rest of my life, I am full of joy. Chen Ruoxi: Are you mute? You are so pitiful. Wu Jingxing:...... Chen Ruoxi: Is he really mute? Wu attractions:…… Chen Ruoxi: Which one is bigger, 0.8 Or 0.11? Wu Jingxing:0.8 Chen Ruoxi: The mute has spoken, but isn't 11 bigger than 8? Wu Jingxing:......