The first time Xu Shu met Ding Jiao, he was secretly moved.
But how could he admit that he, who always prided himself on being noble, would actually bow his head for a delicate flower.
Later, spring blossomed out of the dead wood, and the young man finally understood his own feelings.
That cold and deadly winter, he secretly set off a firework for her.
He lowered his head and touched her cold cheek with the tip of his lips.
The winter fire is bright, and the two fiery hearts gradually meet together.
They agreed to take the Beihua exam together, but she suddenly disappeared.
During the missed years, he was annoyed and regretful all the time.
His favorite Ding Jiao, his favorite Ding Jiao.
He read it over and over again.
He said.
I am a brilliant seventeen-year-old with Ding Jiao by my side.
I don't like clichés, I am proud of myself, and I disdain anyone who comes into my life.
But Ding Jiao actually touched my head and told me to be good?
Come on, little girl.
I just pretended to be as well-behaved as I looked.
In fact, I want to stay with her.
That night when there were fireworks, I made my first wish in my life.
——I hope Ding Jiao will stay by my side forever.
Intention: youth