That year under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree
Chen Che looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus, while Xie Nianchu tilted his head and looked at Chen Che
"Chen Che, I like osmanthus the most."
"Chen Che, the sweet-scented osmanthus this year is more fragrant than before."
"Chen Che, do you have a girl you like?"
"Yes."
"Then she..."
"She doesn't like osmanthus."
Xie Nianchu looked at Chen Che intently, while Chen Che still looked at Osmanthus fragrans.
Intention: Just a youthful secret love