Seventeen-year-old Zhao Zhimiao,
She rejected the confession of the boy she had had a crush on for three years.
Later her best friend Han Yuqi asked her why.
The girl was holding a can of beer, already extremely drunk,
His red face was streaked with tears,
But he was still stubborn enough to laugh.
"I don't allow him to lie to himself, don't allow him to wrong himself, don't allow him to degenerate
Become a bad person who plays with emotions. And I don't want to act with him.
Han Yuqi, there will be someone who will come across thousands of miles just for me, right?
Right? I deserve to be loved, right? "
"Of course, Zhao Zhimiao."
…
I thought liking was love
Until one day you show up
Take me out of the barriers I have made
Let me find the direction and run towards you