It wasn't raining heavily on the day of the reunion, so Shen Zhiyi got off the night shift and walked out with a groggy head. In the moist vapor, Yun Li's unfamiliar yet familiar face suddenly ran into her eyes.
The formerly unruly man was carefully helping the person in his arms to get off the elevator, his face full of tenderness and pampering that she hadn't seen in a long time.
Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyebrows and walked out of the hospital, feeling calm.
It was just that the heavy rain made her eyes feel hot for no reason.
Sixteen-year-old Shen Zhiyi has an ordinary appearance and mediocre grades. The only thing he can excel at is his good calligraphy.
Seventeen-year-old Yunli comes from the Zhongding family, but is a deviant.
His expression was careless, his eyes could see the wind and the moon, but he could not see an ordinary person like Shen Zhiyi.
At that time, Shen Zhiyi had a secret. She once copied the blackboard newspaper on the entire floor with a piece of chalk.
Because Yunli's class is also one of them.
She loved to practice calligraphy, and the dense ink balls on the copybooks all contained the same person's name.
And that person doesn't know and doesn't need to know.
Later, on the eve of the wedding,
Shen Zhiyi and her fiancé were sorting out the invitations.
She took out the one she had carefully prepared and wrote down the name she had written thousands of times.
It seems to be describing those secret thoughts that never came to light.
The man on the side smiled wildly, lowered his head and came closer: "I will kiss you ten times, and I will forgive you for being the last one to send an invitation to your husband."
Mission: Love always lasts