On the first day of high school, the sun was just right, and Lu Yuhan saw the congratulatory message at a glance among the crowd.
The young man sat quietly by the window, and the sunlight outlined a soft outline on the side of his face. At that moment, Lu Yuhan thought: I want to stand with him.
So, he studied hard, going from the ordinary class all the way to the elite class, just to get closer to He Yan.
In his sophomore year of high school, he finally plucked up the courage and handed the love letter he had written countless times to Congratulations:
"I like you, all kinds of you."
He had been waiting for this sentence for a whole year, but he didn't know that someone had been moved by him even earlier.
Intention: Real love is not to look up to you, but to get closer to you. I have become a better version of myself.