When Yang Yiyu was in high school, she met Xu Yan. She admitted that meeting him was the luckiest thing.
"Xu Yan, I understand what they mean by the bucket law. I am not your shortcoming. I will work hard with you." Yang Yiyu said firmly. At this time, Xu Yan was already looking at her in trance, his eyes full of affection.
In Xu Yan's eyes, Yang Yiyu was like a gentle wind, tickling his heart; or a beam of warm light, shining deep in his heart.
He never felt that she was his shortcoming.
Intention: Mutual redemption, sweet critical attack~
