There were piles of test papers on the table, and the electric fan above her head was whirring. Nie Xingyuan looked away from the derivative question. The clouds outside the classroom window were burning, and the magnificent colors were changing. And her boy was sitting in front of him. Position, the color of the sky smudged the tips of his hair. This year's senior year of high school is over and summer has begun. All doubts are finally answered... "When did Classmate Fu fall in love with me?" Nie Xingyuan asked as he hugged the big red watermelon on the sofa. "I don't remember. I seem to have always liked you." Fu Zhao wiped his hair, "Brush your teeth and go to bed. You won't go to work tomorrow?"
Purpose: Growth and love