The friendship between Shen Jiajing and Lu Anrong that started in junior high school suddenly changed.
Because of an unexpected touch of lips, I couldn't sleep all night, and all I could think about was each other.
Why? There seems to be no answer.
"Hey, Shen Jiajing!" The boy said carelessly and handed a bouquet of flowers to Lu Anrong, "Forget-me-not, I think it looks pretty, do you want it?"
A silent understanding spread. Lu Rong did not take the flower, but hugged Shen Jiajing.
Oh no, everything has the answer...