"Ji Yang, do you know? Some people will stay in your memory in various ways whether you are willing or unwilling, such as me."
Lu Yiran lay on the railing and watched the sunset, listening to the evening wind crushing the roses.
"So, will he like me?" She couldn't figure out many things about Ji Yang. He was too difficult to figure out. That ignorant thought sprouted and grew, and that love was hidden in her heart for a long time.
"Ji Yang, I lied. I haven't forgotten the story, and neither have you."
The wind disturbed the girl's thoughts, and she made a wish under the setting sun: "I hope he is safe."
"If I can be greedy, then I hope he will always remember me."
The wind blew and disturbed Lu Yiran's thoughts. Ji Yang, do you believe it? She has been attracted to you more than once a long time ago.
Intention: secret love.