C345 The Story

Jiang Ruochen's voice carried a hint of warmth. His usually cold and crisp voice was now even warmer than the April spring wind. His voice was filled with a sense of youth, as if he was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young master patting his thin shoulders in the sunlight. To the girl he liked, he promised loudly with a smile on his face, I love you so much, I only love you