The first time Jiang Xuan saw Yang Zicheng was that afternoon. In the classroom, the boy was wearing clean school uniforms, standing upright on the podium, staring straight at him with his eyes. At that time, Jiang Xuan had just woken up. He looked up lazily and saw those black eyes. With just one glance, he seemed to have traveled through millions of years.
Later, Jiang Xuan thought countless times whether he and Yang Zicheng would not be what they are now without that glance.
Intention: love