"Yang Zhiyuan, do you like me?"
Under the moonlight, the man who had always avoided her raised his head, his ears red: "Yes. On the first day we moved here, when your hair brushed the back of my hand, I was finished."
Tang Xiaoyu put her forehead against his: "Then listen carefully, I like you too. Ever since you replaced the worn floor mat at my door."
Intention: to do something, to love something, to look forward to something