Zhou Xixi was like a pebble that fell into the pond, disturbing Yang Cican's moment of peace, but Yang Cican was a ray of sunshine that illuminated Zhou Xixi's years.
I don't think he will like me, but it doesn't matter, as long as I like him. He doesn't need to know or be disturbed, and I enjoy the peace and tranquility of these years.
Concept: Liking does not mean possession. In those days of secret love, companionship is very happy.