Bamboo Horse Prefers, the Sweetness of Small Green Plum Exceeds the Standard

During evening self-study in the senior year of high school, Ning Meng lay on the table and shed tears secretly. She had liked Shen Shi'an for more than ten years, but she didn't dare to say a word. He was the cold god of learning, the sweetheart next door, and the only light in her entire youth. After failing the mock exam, he stayed with her until late at night. It was raining and there was no umbrella, so he tilted the umbrella towards her. On the eve of the college entrance examination, he looked down at her, his voice low and serious: "Ning Meng, I'm waiting for you, not as a friend, but as a girlfriend." From the senior high school desk to the university playground, From rental cabins to wedding halls, Shen Shian spent his life proving: His preference was only for her.