Whenever I pick up a pen in the dead of night, I always draw countless names.
Ji Yannan.
A name that I have recited countless times always lives in my heart. I try my best to suppress my thoughts about him.
I thought for a long time before typing "Are you there?" He always responded every few minutes. But this time it was unexpectedly early, and he was joking with me easily as usual.
I bit my lower lip tightly, tears welling up in my eyes at his hearty words, and after a long time I typed out a few words:
"I like you"
Concept: When the snow falls, I want to write a love story with the first snow as the background