That summer, Xia Ying was transferred to the worst class of No. 3 Middle School and broke a glass belonging to Xu Nianci. The fragments were scattered on the ground. The brown potion in the cup flowed along the tile floor to a far corner.
"Little classmate, didn't you agree to teach me English as compensation?"
"... Yes"
"Then how do you say I love you in English?"
"I... I"
"Little classmate, don't break your promise."
"I love you."
Xu Nianci looked at Xia Ying's blushing face intently and smiled mischievously: "I love you too."
He smiled wildly against the sunshine. At that time, I felt that he was the best boy in the world and worthy of the best love in the world.
Concept: Fairy Tale: Saving the Lost Girl