"The third row on the north side of the library is my seat." Lin Jianqing tried to draw a clear line.
Jiang Yu just smiled, but he came earlier next time and pushed over a can of warm milk.
A "war" about seats quietly started until Lin Jianqing found his lost draft paper in Jiang Yu's book. On the back was written: "When will you be willing to look at me?"
Intention: What is important is not the destination of love, but the unique path leading to you.
