My Real Dream in High School

In my third year of high school, there was a dream about Li Yingluo in my world. I was attracted by her cuteness, and I was deeply touched by her stubbornness when solving problems and her gentleness when comforting her friends. My eyes followed her every move, like stars watching for the bright moon, and I was afraid of missing any moment related to her. All of this, now that I think about it, seems like a dream that is too perfect to be true. And it was this dream that allowed me to meet her, and also to meet myself who became braver and better because I wanted to be close to her. Li Yingluo, she made me understand that the most real happiness of youth is this.