"My preference for you is that I stubbornly call you by your first and last name."
Song Zhaoyue never called Ji Jinming by the nickname among her classmates. She always called him by his full name solemnly. In every seemingly ordinary moment, it seemed that she could possess him briefly through just three words.
Later, she mustered up the courage to confess, but the boy replied coldly: "I'm sorry, I have someone I like." Then she watched him walk towards other girls with a gentle expression, and heard him explain in a slightly anxious tone: "It's just a little thing." She stood back and thought desperately that this is the person he likes. It turns out that he is also at a loss in front of the person he likes, and he is also worried about her misunderstanding. He will also peel off the mask of politeness and show his tenderness to only one person. Song Zhaoyue fled in embarrassment and was never heard from again.
Years later, Song Zhaoyue finally understood that what she loved was not the boy who illuminated her dim adolescence like a god. Those lights came from herself. It was the light in her eyes when she looked at Ji Jinming, which softened her barren girlhood.
When we met again, Ji Jinming, who had returned to China after studying, was already the youngest head of the Ji Group, and naturally he was admired by all the stars. Only Song Zhaoyue leaned against the window and drank with a calm expression, like an independent fairy. Everything happening around her had nothing to do with her. Ji Jinming couldn't move his eyes away from Song Zhaoyue who looked like she had been reborn, and his heartstrings were touched again. He stepped forward to say hello and stopped Song Zhaoyue who was about to leave. Unexpectedly, she just raised her brows slightly, and suddenly said with a lot of charm and indifference: "Who are you?"
Inspiration: Inspirational growth, youthful crush, reunion after breaking up