Zou Yiran thought he could warm Song Yanxin's heart, but in the end it was a one-man show.
The boy's face was a little red from the cold morning wind, and the tip of his nose was also red. Perhaps a little cold, the young man breathed in the heat, rubbed his hands, and occasionally stamped his feet.
Seeing Song Yanxin coming downstairs, the young man immediately raised a smile and bathed in the morning light, which was so beautiful.
Idea: Sometimes love should not be too entangled. If you like it, tell the other party boldly: "I like you." Thinking too much will eventually make each other miss.