"What subjects are you going to choose?" An Xun looked at Zhou Junjing next to him and asked
Zhou Junjing replied, "Quan Li, where are you?" An Xun lowered his head and wrote something in his hand and said slowly, "I choose Quan Li." The winter atmosphere enveloped the classroom. An Xun looked at the falling snowflakes outside, took out his diary, leaned over and wrote quietly: If possible, I hope to go with you all the way.
Later, I really saw him again. The sunlight filtered through the windows of the gymnasium and overlapped with Zhou Junjing in my memory. It seemed that nothing had changed, except that there was an additional girl beside him.
Intention: secret love