Xu Wanning never expected that when she transferred to another school, she would meet someone she would never forget in her life.
Xu Wanning turned her head and looked at the boy. The weather was sultry in summer, especially in the classroom. There was only an old electric fan squeaking on the ceiling, making a slight sound, as if it was about to fall down in the next second. There were small beads of sweat on the young man's cheeks. Xu Wanning's seat happened to be by the window. She opened the window, and a breeze blew in, taking away any trace of heat. She turned her head and met the young man's eyes.
"Hello, my name is Xu Wanning."
"Yeah."
Intention: coming from feelings