Yang Ye met Gu Xin on a very ordinary afternoon. For a long time after that, Yang Ye was thinking about that clean boy in the afternoon. If she hadn't met him before, or didn't meet him that afternoon, it would just be a casual passing by him or a glance when she heard someone talking about him. The memory may not be that deep in her mind. When we met again many years later, Gu Xin was leaning against the wall, looking at the crooked Gu Xin, I like you written on it.