Ten years after Wen Xian left Rongcheng, every time he thought of Shen Chuan, the only thing that impressed him most was his two appearances.
The first one was when we first met him. He was sitting on the window sill in the last row of the classroom, stepping on the desk, putting one arm on his knees, tilting his head and looking at her, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking wanton and arrogant, as if he had a backbone.
That look was even more arrogant and dazzling than the scorching sun outside the window, and you couldn't look directly at it.
The second one is that he looked restrained and suppressed, and pressed her against the wall of the hospital corridor with a full body of anger. Even the hand pressing on her shoulder was trembling.
He said: "You are a little girl, I don't expect you to take the initiative, but please don't step back when I am chasing you?"
Intention: Let go of the darkness of the past and welcome the light of the future