Fu Zhiwei silently watched and looked up at Yi Qingling's figure like a fool, imitating him clumsily, learning to become as good as him, getting closer to him step by step, just hoping that he who stood side by side could see her with a side glance. Later, when Yi Qingling looked at Fu Zhiwei, she could no longer see.
This is my first time writing, so my self-awareness is limited, so please bear with me!
Concept: Time cooks bamboo horses, green plums know their taste