For Wen Jinan, the second year of high school is too meaningful.
It is not good for a seventeen-year-old girl to be too enthusiastic. Because there are always people who like to see a girl who is almost an outstanding person get bruised and bruised. By the time Wen Jinan realized it, he could no longer change anything.
She thought her growth at that time was indeed painful enough, but what she recalled was the faint scent of washing powder buried on the desk during class and the profile of that person's face.
"Xie Youqing, why don't you always reply when I talk to you? Are you listening?"
Having said that, she knew that he must be listening, and he also knew that she had never wanted an answer.
"Xie Youqing, use a word to describe me."
"Talks a lot."
"Can you please just stop talking?"
She knew that she wouldn't openly admit that she liked him, she could only test her one sentence at a time, and she couldn't say anything out of line.
So in the shadow of the sycamore leaves, they said goodbye to each other, and the grand youth came to an end.
But fate is wonderful.
Wen Jinan saw Xie Youqing again as Yanyi. Wen Jinan changed his talkative nature, and there was only some silence between the two.
She told him through her drunkenness.
"Do you know I liked you?"
"Others may not know, but I know."
"Ah, is it that obvious?"
"I have always been very sensitive to sight, but you are always looking at me." Xie Youqing said, "When you ask an irrelevant question, it will always go in a big circle. After asking them, ask me last."
"... You know that, so why don't you refuse?"
Xie Youqing stared at her quietly.
"I got it."
She said with a smile.
"I'll give you a chance to go back to your youth."
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