Zhiyu likes that person named Lin Su. He hasn't changed at all from junior high school to now. Zhiyu admitted that she was timid and she was afraid of losing this friend who was very good to her.
Lin Su's world has never lacked women. He is handsome, tall, and sweet-talking. There is nothing that women don't like about him. But when Zhiyu fell in love with him, he was just a short boy who smiled with her all day long and was beaten and scolded by her. But at some point, he started to have long arms and legs, and she almost couldn't recognize whether the person was actually him. Despite all the changes, she still likes him.
Hao Liang said, Dazhi, this is too unrealistic for you. Marry me and I will give you a realistic home.
Zhiyu thought silently, one was a man she had liked for more than ten years, and the other was a man who promised her a warm future. She did not dare to imagine the days when she lost Lin Su and had no mental support, nor did she dare to imagine the days when she was still a left-behind woman, alone in an empty house. In this case, then leave it to time and let it choose for me. Making decisions about my future.