It was the winter of minus 21° in a small northern town, the seventh year we met.
"I don't know if it's fate or not. I only know that in every carefully arranged encounter, I really want to see you, and then you appear with a unique aura and look at each other without warning, which makes my heart tremble every time." Shen Zhi wrote in his diary. I thought this secret love was a regret that ended in vain, until the night when Shen Zhi's college entrance examination ended in 2023...
"Shen Zhi!" She followed the voice and found a familiar yet unfamiliar figure standing across the street. He seemed to have grown taller again, and his fair skin was now tanned to a bronze color. He had become very special, particularly mature and wild, with firm and clear eyes.
The misunderstanding was resolved, and on the day the results came out, she did not hesitate to apply for Xie Lan's school. It was difficult to take the exam, but her scores were adequate.
"Xie Lan, do you know the flower language of white roses?"
"I'm good enough for you."
"Well - I'm good enough for you."
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day.