At the age of fifteen, Wang Ruoyi met Huang Siyi for the first time. He stood at the top of the stairs, and the dim streetlight behind him couldn't illuminate his face. It took Ruoyi three years to see that face clearly.
They went from the north and south buildings of the high school campus to the north and south ends of the motherland. From friends who cannot love, to lovers whose palm prints are entangled. She had taken countless delayed flights, ran barefoot to the next flight at the airport, and fell asleep in a taxi late at night, thinking that if she ran fast enough, the two of them would be together.
But she ran so fast that she left Siyi far behind.
"Hello, my name is Ruoyi. Life is just like Ruoyi when we first met, and Yiyi when I thought about you."
"Hello, my name is Si Yi. Thinking of you is like thinking of the full moon, Ruoyi's Yi."
What happened next has nothing to do with the name.
Intention: If you don't meet each other in life, it's like participating in business.