"Hello, my name is Luo Haochen. Can we be friends?" The boy extended his hand to him in a friendly manner.
His childish voice, warm smile, and red lips and white teeth made Luo Haochen look like a little angel bathed in the sunshine.
"Well, okay." Song Niancheng seemed to be melted by his warm smile.
That was their first encounter, which happened seven years ago. At that time, they were only twelve years old.
Is fate and fate really believable? Song Niancheng sometimes couldn't help but ask himself. He doesn't believe in these things. However, when he met Luo Haochen again seven years later, he finally felt that there was a thread connecting them to each other. The seemingly ridiculous agreement at the beginning actually came true like a fairy tale.
Maybe they are destined to meet, so is the story between them another song destined to be composed by youth?