Twelve-year-old Sun Ningyu expressed his love to Ye Xiyue in a childish tone. The girl's rosy cheeks did not know whether she liked the boy equally.
Ye Xiyue was unaware of her heartbeat. When she realized her love for the boy, the boy's words, "I'm young and ignorant, I don't understand what I like, don't mind..." Crushed her courage to confess...
Again, under the sycamore tree, this time before Sun Ningyu could express his love, Ye Xiyue spoke first: "Sun Ningyu, maybe I am not a particularly powerful person and cannot amaze your youth, but at least let me embrace my light, so I love you and I also like that you can give me the opportunity to let me embrace my light."...
Purpose: If you can't let go in the third dimension, let it go in the first dimension.