Xiao Hao decided to go to Qingcheng to find his mother, bringing with him his transcript, which was already in a mess.
The sound of the fan in the classroom could drown out the heartbeat of the small county town. Wen Qingyan's face gradually overlapped with the face in his childhood memory, and Xiao Hao knew that he had failed.
Wen Qingyan was really an interesting person. Xiao Hao couldn't control his curiosity and wanted to pry into Wen Qingyan's heart until he was completely obsessed.
"Say it again? Don't you like me?"
"Did you know you like to bite your lip when you lie?"
Wen Qingyan smiled and looked deeply into his evasive eyes.
Xiao Hao, it's 1,400 kilometers from Qingcheng to Haicheng. How far is your heart from mine?
Intention: Self-salvation, slow growth