Yan Chenqing waved a waiter over to bring some special desserts and also ordered a milk tea for her.
"Thank you," she said.
"My name is Yan Chenqing, what's yours?"
"..."
Ding Ziyu held her milk tea, her pink lips pursed slightly, she said, "My name is Ding Ziyu. The 'Zi' from purple, the 'Yu' from desire."
"That's a very beautiful name." He smiled.
If someone asked Yan Chenqing how exactly he and Ding Ziyu got together, he couldn't really explain it himself.
But it seemed like from that day onwards, he would often ride his bike to the school gate to "accidentally" run into her.
Ding Ziyu asked why she could always see him whenever she left school, Yan Chenqing smiled brilliantly and said, "It's fate."
But what Ding Ziyu didn't know was that many times Yan Chenqing had been there, without her knowing.
This ambiguous stage of "maybe yes, maybe no" lasted for three months until one day, Yan Chenqing suddenly said, "Xiao Zi, will you be my girlfriend?"
