The wind in June was a bit hot, blowing the hem of Chu Yiyi's skirt and blowing up Chu Yiyi's hair, "Which school do you want to apply for?" Finally, she couldn't help but ask, "Are you asking for yourself or for others?" Chu Yiyi did not answer, knowing clearly that he was such a cold person.
"I thought you knew," Jiang Zihao said softly. Chu Yiyi suddenly stopped and looked up at him motionless.
"Know what?"
"Know that I am always where you are."