The girl who attracted his attention in high school reappeared in Yang Nanyi's life. He still didn't speak. He handed over the takeaway in his hand. His fingertips were slightly strengthened. As he lowered his eyes, the lights in the room came on. He could see her face clearly. It was no different from high school. It seemed that her hair was just longer. He had changed a lot and matured a lot. Yang Nan pursed his lips slightly, trying to swallow the last trace of the inferiority and silence in front of her in high school. It turned out that they hadn't seen each other for three years. The hand he handed over was still in the air. After realizing it, he turned around and ran away in a hurry.
"Yang Nanyi?"
Intention: love
