For six years, Ye Cen still couldn't let go of that secret love, wondering whether the secret love that he couldn't love would be like the falling leaves in autumn. The warmth of that year was like a crescent moon in the cold winter months, delicate and cold. Until he saw the affection in Ye Cen's eyes clearly, he decisively chose to escape.
Ye Cen: Teacher Wen, I heard that you wanted to vacate my house the first time you came to my house?
Wen Ping: Director Ye, that's not true, I'm just thinking about it. . . . .
Purpose: compete with each other