Ye Yanxiao realized that he liked Ji Qinghe in the second year of junior high school. But she always thought that Ji Qinghe only cared for her as a friend, or for her neighbor's sister, so she kept delaying it without confessing. But I would secretly write short compositions for him, then hide them and read them from time to time.
Until I graduated from high school, my classmates organized a trip. In the evening, a group of people sat around the campfire and played the old truth or dare until late. Everyone gradually went back to the tent to sleep, leaving only Ji Qinghe and Ye Yanxiao.
Ji Qinghe said it was almost time to go to bed, and Ye Yanxiao confessed to him as soon as his head got hot. Looking at his overwhelmed expression, he casually made nonsense that his future child had traveled through time and said that Ji Qinghe was the child's father. If he didn't confess his love earlier, his child would have no father. After saying that, he lowered his head and didn't look at him.
It took a long time to hear his laughter: "Then your child didn't tell you that dad also liked mom very early?"
Concept: two-way secret love, from school uniform to wedding dress