If there is an echo of longing, will it be a tsunami?
Will you remember me next time we meet?
More than seven years, more than love.
"No kidding." Wen Shuyao wrote a note and secretly gave it to Chen Yu.
"What are you kidding?" Chen Yu stopped Wen Shuyao and asked. Seeing Wen Shuyao being vague, he joked. "If you don't say it, if you don't say it, I can leave."
"I said, I said." Wen Shuyao said, pulling Chen Yu's sleeve. "I, I like you."
Intention: None
