She likes someone. Look at him from a distance, get closer, get closer. The seeds of time settle in the atrium of the heart one stroke at a time, sprouting and taking root silently, firmly entrenching the atrium, entwining the blood and tendons. Try your best to look relaxed, and hide your calmness in front of others. Free and easy, completely clueless, it's perfect acting. In the dead of night, for whom are the silent tears in the corners of my eyes shed? It's heartbreaking to accept one wave of breaking news after another. She really couldn't stand it.
He is always waiting for someone. Indifferently rejecting any girl who comes within one meter of him. When you firmly believe in the promise, give him a pound of blood. Memories are like bandages that bind him tightly layer by layer. Doubts, pain, fear, and timidity are all stored in the body, and slowly digested bit by bit, you will develop an indestructible body. The so-called love, the so-called sincerity, are all just a means of performance before interests.
What kind of story will happen when he meets her like this?