On that bright moonlit night, An Nianqing ran back to the dormitory excitedly. One of the rare phone calls in a week, the boy on the top of her heart had an extremely gentle and magnetic voice, attracting her little by little. The sound of the phone fell into her ears along with her own heartbeat. An Nianqing could not remember everything he said, only four words - "I miss you".
Intention: Don't forget your original intention, only then can you always achieve success