When they met for the first time, he forgot what he was doing that day. He only remembered watching her sitting on the steps of the square in a daze, wearing a white suspender skirt and white canvas shoes. Her skin was as fair as a jade sculpture in the sun. At that time, her hair had not reached her chest and was as fluffy as seaweed. He watched quietly. There was no expression on her face. Her facial features were very delicate, as if there was a whirlpool, and his eyes fell into it and could not get out. When he came to his senses, the lights came on. She seemed to have numb legs. It took her several attempts to stand up. There were many people, so she quickly disappeared from his sight.
The second time they met, he completely forgot that he had seen him before. Her hair had probably been straightened, and she was standing quietly next to Anya. Anya was a delicate and dazzling rose. She could only be regarded as a daisy that had not yet bloomed. Naturally, the unopened flowers could only be Anya's foil. He indeed did not notice her.
For Ji Baobei, it was not difficult to admit that she loved him, it was just three words, but she never dared to expect to be together.