Like the Wind That Has Traveled Eight Thousand Miles

When the teacher read out the name of Bai Yangxin's deskmate, her heart trembled. She quietly turned her head to look at the boy at the last row of windows. He was leaning on the back of his chair, glancing at the teacher on the podium with a faint expression, and then looked sideways at the dusk outside the window. He doesn't know who Bai Yang is and doesn't care. Secret love story Intention: firm