In the winter of my freshman year, Yu Chen wrote in the snow: Xiao Yi, I like you.
After a long time, only Xue Di knew about Yu Chen's lingering love for Xiao Yi, a love that was more than simple admiration.
In the winter of her freshman year, Xiao Yi went to get her hair cut as short as a boy's. Looking at the mirror in the barber shop, Xiao Yi laughed to herself: Yu Chen, I look like a boy, you like me.
Intention: Regardless of gender, I just like you