Fall

"What do you know? You know nothing." There was a hint of helplessness and doting in his tone. "Not really." The breeze blew by, and his heart was like ripples on the surface of a river. He looked at Song Yushi's beautiful eyes and said, "Then what do you know? Do you know that I like you?" The person opposite laughed silently, turned away from his sight, and lowered his voice and said, "Don't make such a joke with me, Xiao Yi." "Song Yushi, I am very serious." Intention: growth