Xu Qingzhou will always remember the day he first saw her.
"Shen Huanyan!"
A light figure ran past the front, and the long black hair floated over Xu Qingzhou's arms holding the book with the wind. A slight tickle, this was Xu Qingzhou's first feeling towards Shen Huanyan. This feeling has been with me for many years. Every time I see her, that gentle tickling feeling appears in my heart. Like what? Like a kitten's tail, it sweeps across your feet. I don't know if it's accidental or if it just wants to walk over in a big way. But it made you say, the kitten cares about me.
