Fifteen-year-old Chen Yinghan didn't know when she fell in love with the boy next to her. The boy looked as cold as an iceberg. As an adult, she still remembers the boy's appearance when she first met him.
"Zhang Jingyi, I like you"
When I woke up from the dream, I looked at the boy next to me for a long time, dreaming back to my school days.
Someone seemed to feel my gaze. After a long time, a voice came from the side, "Chen Yinghan, do you love me?"
Purpose: Record my lost youth