When Chen Zhou realized that he fell in love with Yang Yao, it was the second semester of his sophomore year in high school.
Even though he knew there was no result, he still walked toward her without hesitation, like a moth obsessed with a lamp. In schools where mobile phones are not allowed, I would seize public phones for more than an hour every week. Obsessed, complained, or confused and helpless.
When I have you, I see myself.
In college, if Chen Zhou had not met a junior student, perhaps he would not believe in love even more.
If you don't want to be entangled, just let it go.