For Yao Xing, what she liked when she was young was secretly placing her homework book under her homework, leaning her shadows together while waiting in line, inadvertently replacing her torn school uniform jacket, following her eyes for a long time, and tossing and turning late at night.
Later, she was reborn, and the love she had when she was young turned into the hands they held, the neat steps walking side by side, the same headband, the panicked heartbeat, and the anxiety of whether she liked me or not.
So, does she like me?
Intention: Make progress together and become better each other
