Without any force, his hobby became her tendency naturally and naturally.
When did it start?
Maybe it was on the morning when she stayed at his house that her eyes were filled with blue. The boy was dressed in blue. It was obviously the most melancholy color, but it was full of sunshine.
Perhaps it was on that night when the waves crashed against the rocks that she served him hot noodles. The boy was stunned for a moment, then smiled brightly and said, "Lan Sheng, thank you."
Maybe it was that night when it rained heavily. She saw herself leaving the boy and could only hold the crumpled blue silk scarf in a daze.
Lan Sheng, tell yourself, when did it start?