But there was a thin girl with a thin and sickly body, and Nai Tian walked in the cold wind.
She was afraid, she couldn't bear it, and her eyes looked at me so melancholy.
There is a trace of melancholy, a trace of pleading.
My heart also gradually poured into a period of sadness. ...
In retrospect, I used to be like this.
Girls' expressions and behaviors
I seem to see myself as a teenager. ...
I can't help but feel a little touched and a little lost.
Heaps of heavy memories come to mind instantly.
Seventeen-year-old love is sweet and fragile.
Those ambiguous loves in the flower season
(self-created)