Fansheng was the alluring moonlight that she could not touch when she was young. In his freshman year of high school, An Ran wrote a love letter to Fan Sheng.
"Fansheng, I like you." An Ran's face was flushed, and anticipation and fear were intertwined in his eyes.
"My relationship with you is more than just friends, so I can't agree with you." Fan Sheng's face was calm, so calm that there was no trace of ripples.
An Ran picked up her eyes and smiled suddenly: "It doesn't matter, at worst we can still be friends..." The moment she said that sentence, tears slid down her fair face, and her eyes were already red when she raised her eyes again.
Fan Sheng frowned and then left.
Looking at his leaving back, An Ran sobbed softly: "Fansheng, you are so indifferent. I have liked you for ten years, why can't you like me, even just for a moment." Her nose was red from crying, like a pitiful little white rabbit.
Intention: growth