With a sudden cry, Mu Xinyi turned around and closed the window tightly. Then she pulled down the curtain with her trembling hands and cried out with her back to the window with her hands covering her face.
Zhang Song's eyes stared intently at the window of the opposite room. Suddenly, that beautiful and moving figure disappeared. He could not help but feel a wave of chaos in his heart. It was as if his soul had been lost. He lowered his hand that was holding the bamboo flute and looked at the green curtain. He sighed softly and said to himself, "Xinyi, I hope you don't blame me."
After landing, Zhang Song quickly dodged the wind and left.
Zhang Song's fight had gradually subsided. On the surface, it was his teachers and school students who had jointly submitted a letter, which showed t
