"Yes, it must have been that time."
Su Xiaoyue tilted her head, thinking, then said, "Speaking of which, we haven't been alone together for several months..."
"Indeed... time flows like water, and the years sing like songs," Zhao Yang said with a smile.
"Fortunately, we are still young, and we have plenty of time to spend together," Su Xiaoyue said with a smile.
In that moment, Zhao Yang suddenly felt that holding the hand of the person he liked, walking shoulder to shoulder on the campus paths, was a rare happiness.
Not wanting to think about anything else, just walking like this, he felt an immense ease. This comfy feeling made Zhao Yang suddenly want to stay here a little longer.
After a few seconds of silence, Zhao Yang suddenly asked, "By the way, Xiaoyue, what did you call me in front of everyone just now?"
