First person
Every day when I became Wen Zhichang, I knew what I was going to do, but Yi Musheng didn't know. But in the second year of becoming Wen Zhichang, I didn't know what I could do.
I asked Han Yumeng why she was willing to accept other people's open dissension and why she was willing to hide a brick in her last pocket.
I asked Ye Liao why he treated a teenage girl his own age like this.
I asked Xu Zekai why he wanted to get close to Yi Musheng and why their fonts were so similar.
Zheng Jichuan asked me what I thought of him.
I didn't answer.
Finally, I asked God, why is it that even now, everything is still the same as it was at the beginning? This time no one answered me.
But I understand that maybe what fate wants is for someone to become that character, and that person can be Yi Musheng, or it can be me, so I think, I hope I will complete the final script for her.
It's also the last thing I can do.
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No one knows why Wen Zhichang is so interested in Yi Musheng. Waiting for her to go to school downstairs in the morning, buying her waffles between classes, and walking the same road home with her after school. When Li Shuai held his hand, she was the first to rush forward. When Han Yumeng walked away, she turned sideways to block Yi Musheng's sight. But Yi Musheng didn't understand why Wen Zhichang suddenly started to prevent her from doing many things, and even tried to push her with people she didn't like.
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"Why are you so nice to me?"
"I just transferred here and I only know you."
"I want to always be good friends with you."
"Hurry up, it's getting dark."
Intention: Cherish
