During the four years of college, he was responsible for taking her to eat duck blood and vermicelli soup all over Nanjing. He was responsible for playing the guitar to her when she was driven crazy by her thesis. He was responsible for saying in an indifferent manner every night when she was homesick: "Yingzi, I am here, what are you afraid of?"
He thought he hid his thoughts well.
Until one day Yingzi looked at him and said: "Fang Hou'er, you came to Nanjing because of me, right?"
He choked on a mouthful of water.
This is a story that begins in September.
It happened in Nanjing, about Wutong, duck blood fans, the evening breeze at the observatory, and a long-planned, two-way rush.
PS: Power for love, I like Yingfan CP so much! Must be sweet!
