That was the first time she remembered him.
Wearing pure black clothes, he put his hands on the table and tapped it constantly. One leg was bent under the table and the other leg was stretched out in the corridor. He raised his head and asked her lazily, "Han Ruoruan, I don't even know her name, why should I be a monitor?"
That was the first time someone had distorted her name with such a meaning, and I never thought about it, even in my whole life.
Years later, when the boy leaned into her ear and shouted softly on the bed, she was still so shy.
Purpose: commemoration