C215 He Was Fortunate Enough to be Bathed in Snow and in This Life He Was Born with a Head Full of W
Pen, diaries, piano...
Why does it feel like I forgot something? What is it?
Hua Yan closed his eyes and thought carefully.
"I really can't do anything to you. If you want to, write a diary every day and write everything you want to say to me. I will answer. Do you understand?"
That was the sentence!
Hua Yan suddenly opened his eyes. That was what the man before he fell asleep said