The young man put his hands lazily behind his head, as if he had just discovered her presence, and looked sideways, with a faint light flowing in his eyes.
She held her breath, her palms were warm and beads of sweat formed.
"Xiang Nan." He looked at her, speaking lightly and casually.
"Wen Yun." The girl smiled calmly, was gentle and well-behaved, and her words were harmless.
At that time, she finally knew his last name after becoming familiar with his first name.
After that, the word "Xiangnan" was imprinted in my heart, and I was filled with sincerity and fear, and it was hard to forget.
They couldn't resist the powerful fate, and finally met each other.
At that time, when I was young, we met on a narrow road.