Yan Rusheng smiled. In a gentle voice, he said, "Dumb woman, my heart was completely yours by then. Shouldn't you be glad?"
Indeed, he didn't understand what feeling it was back then. In reality, his heart was already hers.
During class, he purposely passed her notes and intentionally got caught by the teachers.
After class, he would always disturb her when she saw playing rubber band skipping or skipping rope with her friends.
When he saw that she was on duty after school and that she had just swept the floor, he would mess it up again.
When she locked herself up in the room without coming out for a long time, he threw rocks to break her window.
Of course, he would never tell her these things. Or rather, he wouldn't tell her all at once.
He wanted to share them with her slowly—share with her what he had done in the past.
"Sleep." Xuxu closed her eyes and pulled the blanket over her head.
