May You Never Leave

They had been classmates for two years, but Li Wanwan and Mo Yiran had barely exchanged a word. Then a tutoring class brought them closer.

The words she heard people use most often to describe Mo Yiran were “playboy,” “Mr. Nice Guy to Everyone,” and “a man who flits from flower to flower.” Yet, fully aware of it, she still fell for him.

“His character isn’t for you to judge. To me, he’s the best.” Such firm words came from the mouth of a gentle, sweet-natured girl, and Mo Yiran fell for her completely.

He had met so many dazzling, beautiful girls, but he never expected to fall for someone whose personality was the complete opposite of his own.

“Mo Yiran, do you know what jasmine means?” “Pure love.”

“I give you jasmine, and hope you won’t leave.” Li Wanwan had finally found her jasmine flower.