The first time they met, she wrote his name on the palm of her hand. When he saw it, he smiled: The way little girls express their love nowadays is so direct.
Baiyou: "No, that's just the teacher asking me to call you to the office, and I'll write down your name."
Mu Zhichen: "..."
Baiyou: "It's okay, classmate, you are very good-looking. It's normal to have such thoughts."
Mu Zhichen: "..."
Later, Mu Zhichen opened his palms downstairs at Baiyou's house and said, "Baiyou, I wrote your name on the palm of my hand because I like you."
Someone once asked Mu Zhichen when he fell in love with Baiyou. Mu Zhichen thought for a moment: "I probably fell in love the moment I saw my name on her palm."
Intention: love