It turns out that some people secretly love someone.
Song Qinran: "Yu Yu, I'm going to Zhuangcheng."
Shen Yu's handsome brows wrinkled and the ends of her eyes raised. She took a sticky note from the table and said, "Aren't you coming back?"
Her handwriting was neat, small and cute. Song Qinran always teased her about her handwriting: So our Yu Yu is as cute as our own handwriting? Shen Yu blushed with embarrassment and glared at him angrily.
Song Qinran was stunned when he looked at the words on the post-it note. When he went to Zhuangcheng, a place he was unfamiliar with, there was no note from Shen Yu to him, no breakfast brought by him, and his little girl was no longer sitting next to him.
Smiling, he let out a breath: "Yu Yu, can I write to you every day?"
"Why are you writing to me?" Shen Yu asked.
Because only the paper knows that I love you. When I write down the annoying love words on the paper, only it knows.
Intention: He planted a whole garden of roses for her
