Day after day, year after year, Yang Yi'an, who had followed the rules since childhood, thought that she would be as plain and calm as she had been for more than ten years. At the age of eighteen, Cheng Fan was in his prime and full of youthful spirit. He broke into Yang Yi'an's ordinary life without any warning, breaking her heart bit by bit until he integrated into her life.
A heavy rain wiped out all Cheng Fan's forbearance and restraint. His tone was helpless and pleading: "Little kitten, when will you be able to hold me in your eyes, huh?"
Cheng Fan no longer restrained himself and shouted loudly, "You can see the pursuit of seniors and the admiration of juniors and respond to them, but what about me?"
"Am I so small in your eyes that you can't see it? Cat, do you like me?"
The rain was flowing on Yang Yi'an's face, and her eyes were filled with rivers, washing away her inner avoidance and daring to hope. This time she had to bravely tell him: "How could I not see it? You are so good, so good that I dare not touch, dare not reveal, dare not reveal a trace of truth. I like you, very much." What she needs is to be clearly affirmed and favored. If there is a trace of uncertainty, Yang Yi'an will immediately withdraw his tentacles and hide in his shell.
Intention: Maybe live a good life first, then happiness will come naturally