"If there is anyone in the world who I can marry without hesitation, it's Zhong Chenhuan." His words when he was young and frivolous made his friends exclaim and at the same time aroused a glance. When they first met, she was a freshman and he was a junior.
Backstage during the Student Union President campaign, she lowered her head, which she always held high, "Senior, I like you." He was arranging his cufflinks and raised his head, with a glacier in his eyes: "I'm sorry, I can't give you an answer for the time being."
On the wishing tree, full of red ribbons fluttered, and a white ribbon caught his eye, "Others admire your young appearance, but I only love your pilgrim-like soul." The font looked like a cartoon, but it wrote such solemn and affectionate content. Who else but her, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile.
On the school anniversary, he returned to school as an outstanding graduate to give a speech, but under that tree, there was no longer that ribbon. He circled the tree again and again. But unexpectedly, I saw wild cursive writing on a burgundy ribbon: I will never fall to the same crooked tree and die twice. If I do, it will be a group of beautiful men hanging on my peony flower!
It's a pity, this time, I just want to transplant you in my own garden. Zhong Chenhuan stroked the ribbon lightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened...