In his sophomore year of high school, Song Xiaoluo transferred to another school.
He sat behind Suize, lowered his head and read a book without saying a word. Sue Ze turned around every day to borrow pens, erasers, and correction tapes. After borrowing them, he would lie on his desk and ask him why he was blushing with a smile.
Ten years later, Suize stood as best man at his wedding.
Intention: Let the past flow with the wind
