The profile of his face that evening made Shen Zhao remember it for two years and six months.
He had already recognized her among the crowd in the first year of high school. Her hair had grown longer.
After that, Shen Zhao would deliberately stay for a long time every time he went to the express delivery station.
We're just in the same city, why haven't we seen each other for so long?
Concept: The moon was dim that night, but his eyes were bright.