All the lights on the top floor of the hotel were turned off, leaving only the green light of the emergency exit. Shen Yan was holding me in the dark. There was a callus on the second joint of his index finger - it was from holding the joystick all the time. We will take the oath tomorrow, but I am suddenly afraid: "If we, 17 years old, see now, will we be disappointed?" He smiled, "When I was 17, I only dared to write my love on the back of the draft paper, but when I was 37, I finally dared to write it on the front of the marriage certificate. This is progress." I stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips, tasting a little bit of mint toothpaste. At that second, I decided to tell the whole story before the wedding - not to netizens, but to 17-year-old Cheng Yao: You see, even a coward can be found by love.
Intention: Secret love comes true