Le Zhishi didn't look familiar, so he looked at Jiang Yufan with pleading eyes.

Jiang Yufan remembered something, lowered his voice and whispered to his best friend: "This is the girl who gave you the gift, from Class 11."

He let out a low voice when he was happy.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine now." Le Zhi said thank you.

The girl was relieved and pulled away the broken hair behind her ears, "I went to your class to look for you in the morning. Before you came to school, I put things in your desk..."

When Le Zhi saw her ears, they turned red.

"Hope you like it."

The sun was so bright that the girl's voice was drowned in the chirping of the cicadas.

He clutched the strap of his schoolbag and was silent for two seconds. Finally, he opened the zipper, took out the gift box inside, and handed it back to her with both hands.

Jiang Yufan couldn't bear to look at it, the scene was too suffocating. He turned his head and looked down from the third floor, and saw a familiar figure, tall and wearing a white shirt.

Isn't this Song Yu? Jiang Yufan narrowed his eyes and took a closer look.

It’s true!

Song Yu pushed the cart towards this side, stopped again under a camphor tree, lowered his head to look at his watch, then raised his head to look up, and happened to meet Jiang Yufan's eyes.
Chapter completed!