170 Degrees Will Remember and Love

Cross-Strait Literature PK Competition There was once a person who stubbornly called me An Qianqian He said: "An Qianqian, I traveled across mountains and rivers just to meet you." At that moment, I seemed to see an angel. If so, one day the angel really leaves, who will say good night to me? Someone told me that the guardian angel was only temporarily gone and I would still be that happy child Who brought spring, who warmed the heart, who gave whom the most beautiful glimpse...