In high school, Xia Yi was Zhong Yicheng's deskmate. The twenty centimeters distance between them was a psychological gap that Xia Yi could not cross.
Eight years later, Zhong Yicheng and Xia Yi started a new life by getting the license while drunk.
She is sensitive and thoughtful, and no matter how cool she pretends to be in front of outsiders, she is still a jealous little girl in front of him;
Just like his aloof academic persona always turned into a wolf wagging its tail in front of Xia Yi.
The first time Zhong Yicheng lowered his voice and spoke to Xia Yi was that noon.
"I'm not hungry!" Shai responded through the door.
"Can't get out." Zhong Yicheng lowered his voice.
Xia Yi quickly opened the door and saw that Zhong Yicheng's face was heavy, and he felt at fault. She carefully pulled Zhong Yicheng's arm and said in a thin voice, "I'm so hungry."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"I'm suddenly very hungry. I feel like I'm going to faint if I can't eat in the next second." He said while holding his head.
Zhong Yicheng seemed to have no way to stop her, so he turned around and walked towards the dining table. His arm slowly pulled away from Xia Yi's hand, and Zhong Yicheng's hand held Xia Yi's hand.
The wind blew by, and on the rough and scrawled calculation papers in my youth, you were the only name.
Intention: If we meet again.