No one knows how much Yan Muxi likes Wen Hao, not even Yan Muxi himself. It was just a casual moment, but it touched his heartstrings. Something planted a seed in his heart, and when he looked back, the vines had spread around his life. It's hard to let go, and even less willing to let go.
The memories of my youth are imprinted in my heart. Afraid of losing, I can only bury my feelings for you deep in my heart. Maybe when the suppressed emotions collapse, I will tell you that I love you very much.