In the afternoon, at the entrance of the playground, I bumped into Jiang Zhiyi, who immediately fixated on my hand with a serious expression, "What happened to your hand?"
"It's nothing." Seeing everyone looking at us, Shen Weiyi shook her head, "Just took a little fall, it's not serious. How about you?"
Jiang Zhiyi subconsciously pursed his lips, a complex look in his eyes as he responded, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself." He had taken in everything that girl had said before; after pondering over it last night, he admitted she was right. He had always been immature, but he would change.
Yet, could she wait for him?
He would become the person she hoped he would be.
Shen Weiyi nodded, "That's good, I'm off to military training now."
Jiang Zhiyi opened his mouth, wanting to call out to her, but his throat tightened and not a single syllable could make it out.
