Lin Ye still remembers the way Mu Yiwan appeared in front of him that day. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Mu Yiwan's face, and the crystal-hot sweat slid down her crimson face and onto the already wet clothes.
Lin Ye stood in front of her like this. He thought that if he was given another chance, he would definitely stretch out his hand and say to that simple, silly girl with a smile: "Hello, my name is Lin Ye."