"Qi Yue, is that you?"
Zhao Tienan's throat moved twice, and he said in astonishment.
His thoughts instantly returned to the summer ten years ago, when he was still a middle school student, clear and innocent.
At that time, Zhao Tienan never skipped class, because he could see his most admired deskmate, Qi Yue, in the classroom.
Back then, Qi Yue was an absolute top student, quiet and always liked to write some youthful melancholy essays.
Of course, her literary talent was also remarkable.
Qi Yue was the first girl Zhao Tienan liked during his youthful awakening, with no ulterior motives, just wanting to make her laugh every day and quietly admire her two dimples.
Later, Zhao Tienan wrote Qi Yue a love letter, using almost every flowery word he knew.
Unfortunately, Qi Yue rejected Zhao Tienan.
The reason was very simple, she decided not to date during school, but if Zhao Tienan was willing to wait for her, then when she graduated from university, they would be together.
