Fourteen-year-old He Mingzhi was forced to attend Cheng Huaian's funeral and met a little girl named Lin Guwen.
That morning, Master He had a fight because the man couldn't spit out ivory from his mouth. He said that He Mingzhi was a "white-faced boy." So the "little pretty boy" punched him, and the two started fighting. In the end, Young Master He won with bruises at the corners of his eyes.
"Are you still talking nonsense?" He Mingzhi looked down at the boy with his hands on his hips. Aggressive, but the corners of his eyes don't look very good.
He was fourteen that year and Lin Guwen was thirteen. The two are one year apart.
"I'm really looking forward to our next meeting, brother Mingzhi."
"Well, I'm looking forward to it too."
Four years later, He Mingzhi saw Lin Guwen returning home at Xu Renchao's house.
I haven't seen you for four years. Do you still remember me?
You are the reason why I reject everyone. I like you, He Mingzhi.
Intention: Wait a little longer, we will meet