Song Jingchen put the braided daisy wreath on Duan Yu's head, "? Why did you give me this?" Duan Yu tilted his head, and the breeze blew across Duan Yu's cheek, adding a bit of youthfulness. Song Jingchen stared at Duan Yu for a while, "You don't really understand, do you? I mean, I like you."
Intention: Xingyu