In high school, they were at the front and back desks, and she would always turn around to borrow his eraser, and he would secretly watch her wearing her ponytail. At the class reunion ten years later, he became a clerk in a cubicle and she became an independent designer. She originally thought that youth was just a memory that could not be brought back, until she said with red eyes: "Lin Che, did you like me back then?" He smiled and put the peeled shrimp into her bowl: "I like it now, okay?" A story about a secret love coming true and slow-fire porridge. There is no bloody fight, only the tenderness of making up for the missed time after a long separation.
