The appointed day quickly arrived.
Fang Zheng changed into sportswear, holding a rose in his hand, waiting at the entrance of the stadium where the concert was held, occasionally tugging at his collar, looking slightly apprehensive.
His family background and past experiences made him inexplicably timid in pursuing girls he liked.
Just like the trepidation of a young boy.
He could chat and laugh freely with others, but once faced with someone he liked, he often didn't know what to do, unsure where to put his hands and feet.
"Fang Zheng!"
Guo Erqiu's voice rang out:
"Over here."
Fang Zheng turned his head at the sound, steadied his breath, and stepped closer, handing over the rose in his hand:
"For you."
"A rose." Zhou Qingqing pursed her lips:
"Who gives those anymore? It's so old-fashioned!"
"Qingqing." Guo Erqiu tugged at her best friend's sleeve, her face blushing as she accepted the rose:
"Thank you."
She then introduced:
