If he could go back to his teenage years, Bai Zhaojun would choose Christmas in his sophomore year of high school. Meng Xiantan's eyelashes were covered with fine snow, and he told her gently: I think I can like her forever.
At that time, she had not fallen in love with him yet.
If he could go back to the past, Meng Xiantan would choose Christmas Eve in his sophomore year of high school. He wanted to knock himself down and then run to erase all Bai Zhaojun's imagination about him.
If a young man can devote all his love to just one kiss, then she may have never loved——
That Christmas Eve, those eyes that dazzled her were filled with a shallow layer of water. She stood on tiptoes and put her hands on his cheeks like a man possessed. Those emotions that she couldn't understand had never appeared so clearly in his eyes. She wanted to brush away the snowflakes falling on his hair, and also wanted to knock the box in his hand to the ground - if it was just for a kiss, then she might have never loved.
"I had to stab her to see the woman I loved."
"I had to let go of him to be the proud me."
"Bai Zhaojun, after so many years, haven't you given up yet?"
Intention: Face it bravely