He Yanchen, these three words mean the loneliness of the whole process for commemoration.
The prince turned into a frog, but he still loved the fat frog.
"He Yanchen, I think I have liked you for a long time." Jiannian blushed and lowered his head, saying Nunuo.
"What, Memorial? Are you happy to see me in such a state of desolation and show sympathy to me?" He Yanchen's words stabbed the heart of Memorial.
"He Yanchen, but I really like you. If you don't agree, then I will always follow you and annoy you to death." Memorial smiled slyly.
"Memorial, what do you want me to say about you? You really disgust me. I won't like you."
Memorial looked blankly at He Yanchen's leaving figure. I don't want to let go, and I have thought about it countless times, how great it would be if everything was as good as it was in the beginning.
"Ah! I want to go back to the past. I want to meet him again. I want to be by his side from the beginning and be good to him. I don't want to be like this now." Nian Nian squatted down and buried her head in her knees with tears in her eyes.
"Little girl, are you okay?" The old lady in black asked with her eyes shining, but her face was very kind.
When Jiannian woke up, she found that she was back in the first year of high school, and he happened to be by her side.
When she met him, all the stars lived in her eyes. He is fire, he is her light.