I Feel so Distressed That I Still Have to Force a Smile

In her junior year, she liked sitting diagonally behind him to listen to lectures. He was looking at the blackboard, and she was looking at him. His handsome profile made her drool. One day in class she asked the sister next to her: I want to choose a day to confess my love. Which day is good? Sister answer: May 20, 520 I love you. But on May 20, she struggled all day and didn't dare to go to him. It was almost 12 o'clock when she received a call. The other party's voice was so good that her liver trembled: Where is your promised confession? I waited a day. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.