As a friend of Wei Wan for three years in high school, classmate Sun Zhining definitely knows Wei Wan's ideal type well: "That little brother must have two sweet dimples. When he smiles, it will make you feel that the whole world is brighter, especially when he smiles and looks at you, it seems that there is light in his eyes." For example, the front desk in the first year of high school, a senior I met because of buying breakfast in the second year of high school; and the cram school classmates I met on the subway in the third year of high school. Every time Zhi Ning asked Wei Wan why they couldn't do it in the end. Wei Wan would always change the subject, but once, she looked at the big tree on the playground outside the window and said, "Because there is no light in their eyes." The second half of the sentence was because they are not you, but she didn't say it.