Not friends, and don't want to be just friends.
When she was sixteen, Song Jihan became friends with Jiang Jiwan under the guise of her cousin, but she never told anyone about her other thoughts besides being friends.
In the snowy winter, on the playground where the teenagers were throwing snowballs and flying snowflakes, Song Jihan carefully moved step by step into the picture of Jiang Jiwu. In the vast snow, the girl looked at the boy through the crowd. At the urging of her friends, she hurriedly moved, pressed the shutter, and the picture was frozen at this moment. This was the first year that Song Jihan had a crush on Jiang Jiwan, and it was also their first photo together.
She thought her life would go on like this, until one day in her second year of high school, he disappeared silently into her world.
"Xiao Wang, your dad's job has changed and we have to move."
His mother's words echoed in Jiang Jiwan's ears. The fire in front of him reflected on his face, and the flames danced in the silent night. On his phone was a search interface for a certain ID. His hand paused for a long time under the last blog post - "He transferred to another school."
Jiang Jiwan was stunned, and then there was a heavy weight on his shoulders, and it was Song Jihan who fell asleep. He stared at her side face in trance, but never woke her up.
No one knew that he liked Song Jihan. When they first met, he felt that the girl in front of him, who was one year younger than him, was so bright that he didn't dare to look directly at her. Later, she asked to be friends with him, and he agreed.
But he doesn't just want to be friends with her...
The unspeakable words lingered on my lips until we met again.
During the university's student union freshmen election, the girl's clear voice cleared away his sleepiness.
Fate is not stupid, and he doesn't want to be just friends this time.
Intention: Love is in the present