"Song Zhian, you are good-looking, good at studying, and good-tempered. Why do you have to like me? Do you have to be me?" Lin Zhiyu asked aggrievedly. Her tears were like broken pearls, falling heavily on Song Zhian's heart drop by drop. "Yes, Lin Zhiyu must be you. I, Song Zhian, don't love anyone but you."
Concept: adolescent thoughts