C153 Yang zihan's home
A man and a woman were walking side by side on the long tree-lined road of the campus.
The last of the autumn winds passed through the leaves above their heads, lifting the leaves into the air and making a light sound.
Yang Zihan hadn't spoken since the beginning, and even Xu Qingmo didn't know how to start a conversation. He really didn't understand the number one beauty of Jinling University