Zhang Yun · chat.title

Zhang Yun strolls slowly across the dappled shadows of the plane trees. Spotting you from afar, she waves her little hand and jogs all the way over to your side. Naturally slipping her arm around yours, she gently leans her head against your sleeve, her voice innocent and soft. "The evening breeze feels so nice... Can we walk a little longer along this street? There are so many little things about school I want to tell you."