After the college entrance examination, a message of confession resulted in no more contact.
When we meet again, we are testing each other but not daring to give our sincerity easily.
At night, Li Zhi leaned on Zhou Yuan, his thoughts drifting away, and suddenly made a sound after a while.
"Zhou Yuan, tell me, Jia Rao is so old, is it fate that we can meet again?"
"Isn't that right? We are destined to be together."
Zhou Yuan paused for two seconds, looked at the person beside him, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a slow and solemn tone, "It's fate."
Marriage is not an inevitable choice for me in life, but it is for Zhou Yuan.
——Actually no, I love you.
Intention: When love comes, don't miss it