During the evening self-study class that day,
He passed by the front door of the classroom and pretended to casually kick her foot in the first row, which was sticking out of the desk.
She looked up and happened to see his evil smile before she could take it back.
She pretended to be angry and glared at him, then retracted her deliberately extended foot.
She lowered her head and frowned, but her heart was filled with sweetness.
That year, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, when she was in her senior year of high school, she tilted her head slightly. The round moon hung high in the sky outside the window, as warm as jade, and the moonlight was hazy. A gentle breeze blew through the window, gently brushing the corners of her lips.