When he was eleven years old, Gao Ruo secretly liked him;
When he was twelve years old, Gao Ruo had the courage to ask, "What if I lose if you don't come?" At that time, he said, "Then you work hard and persist until I come."
When he was fifteen, he said, "There's no rush."
When he was seventeen, he said, "It's okay, don't worry."
When he was twenty-one, he said, "You, after all these years, you still have the same temperament as when you were in elementary school."
Twenty-three years old, Gao Ruo thought, she would ask him next Sunday if it was possible to be with her. If it was not possible, then she should give up her 12-year obsession. Then she saw Wei Han leaning on the sycamore tree. This is a plot that only appears in novels, but now Wei Han is in front of her. This is her love at first sight, an obsession of twelve years, and something that will be unforgettable for a lifetime, "Eh?"
Wei Han looked at Gao Ruo and nodded slightly, "Do you have a birthday gift?"
"Huh? A gift..."
"In this case, the gift will save me one holiday."
"What?"
"Xiao Ruo, we can't get up for Double 11 today, are you willing?"
"Eh?" Gao Ruo couldn't turn his head, "Is this a confession?"
"Well, so, are you willing?
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