In her junior year, she liked sitting at the back of him obliquely. He looked at the blackboard, she looked at him, and his handsome bubbling side face drooled her.
One day in class, she asked her sister: I want to pick a day to confess, which day is good? Sister A: May 20th, 520 I love you.
But 520 that day she struggled and did not dare to go to him.
Near 12 o'clock she received a call. The other person's voice was so nice that she had liver fibrillation: What did you say? I waited for a day.