"I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up."
Every time I hear this song, I can't help but ask this man next to me who looks gentle but also full of sullenness.
"Have you really liked me for so long?"
And this Mr. Yan will always despise my IQ and tell me sincerely
"There's a reason why you got bad grades."
After six years of waiting, it would be a lie to say that I am not moved, and it would also be a lie to say that I have no dependence.
In high school, I always regarded his presence as a habit. Looking back now, I really want to say something
"It's a good thing you didn't give up."