C1735 I Have My Own Plans(1)

Today, she seemed to be a little depressed. Her eyebrows were tightly locked, and her forehead was covered in sweat. Her cute, uniformly shaped bangs were wet, but there seemed to be an indescribable charm to her.

In contrast to the ancient, old, everlasting bicycle beside her, how could the word 'strange' be so impressive!!

"Young Master