What does Ji Qun'er think her love will be like?
Will it be in the library? The boy was sitting opposite her, wearing a white shirt. The sun was shining on his body. He was gentle and upright. He put down his pen, and his beautiful handwriting fell on the paper. It was so beautiful.
Still on the bus, slender white fingers were on the handlebar next to her, and they suddenly stopped and met each other by chance.
She had fantasized about many plots, and thought about them all in novels, TV series, and movies, but she never encountered one like this.
But in the late summer and early autumn of her sophomore year of high school, her love slowly sprouted.
Intention: Love always comes unexpectedly and cannot be forced.