Xia Feng Bumps into Qing Yumeng

The cicadas were still chirping in early autumn, and on the day of class separation, the whole class heard two names that almost overlapped. The cold and taciturn Lin Yuanqing, the gentle and quiet Lin Yuanmeng. Just one word difference, and fate bumped into the same classroom. Others just think it's a coincidence, only they know. From that self-introduction sentence, it was no longer easy to avoid looking away from each other. The wind falls on the desk, the lingering warmth of late summer. The boy hides his preference, and the girl covers her heart. Later, Wanfeng told Lin Yuanmeng: The person who first favored her that autumn was always Lin Yuanqing.