Song Shaoqing always felt that Yu Chenyu at the back table was like a goose, eating, writing test papers and catching up on sleep by herself all the time. Until one day she accidentally caught a glimpse of the tear stains on his textbook, and she suddenly wanted to know a person, why he cried, and what he was thinking when he looked at the Luan tree outside the window.
Many years later, it was a bit embarrassing to meet Yu Chenyu again. He was wiping away the cake that had been photographed on his face with a cold face. His eyes met Song Shaoqing's, who was watching the show on the side. A flash of panic flashed through his eyes, and he turned around to leave in embarrassment.
One hand instantly grasped his collar, as if he was afraid of losing something with all his strength.
Intention: The light rain will stop, and the wet and painful age of seventeen will pass.