In Ji Mian's freshman year of high school, she saw him at a glance among the crowd. From then on, the girl had an unspeakable secret in her heart.
"I like him, but he can't see me."
A few years later, the man leaned down and whispered in her ear: "Mianmian, look back at me, okay?"
A bohemian in front of others, a low self-esteem in others, a fake prodigal son × a real good girl
Intention: I haven't thought of it yet
