I'm home.

Ying Qian tiptoed and hugged his neck. "Wait a minute, I want to hug you again."

"I didn't mean you couldn't carry me." He used his strength to lift Ying Qian up; she was very light.

He glanced at the elevator with its numbers flashing, then veered off course to the stairwell, leaning against the wall and embracing Ying Qian, this big child, as if he were holding a baby.

"Never grow up."

“Yes, I just can’t grow up.” She raised her hand and touched Chen Wenzhi’s collarbone. “I wish I could stay a child forever, and I wish everyone would love me.”

Chen Wenzhi sighed softly and said almost inaudibly, "I love you."

Ying Qian was so engrossed in her own thoughts that she didn't hear the faint sound.

"Chen Wenzhi, is there anyone in Class One who likes you?"

Chen Wenzhi truthfully replied, "My deskmate and I are several other girls."

"Huh?" My sense of crisis rose sharply. "Your deskmate?"

Ying Qian's questioning voice echoed in the stairwell.

Chen Wenzhi remained calm and said casually, "You're different."

What's your deskmate's name?

Chen Wenzhi paused for a few seconds, "His name is... Xu Yuan, I think that's his name."

"Who?" Ying Qian patted Chen Wenzhi's face.

"You know him?"

Ying Qian nodded vigorously, her memory returning to the past, "You should have seen it before."

"I never have an impression of people I'm not interested in."

Ying Qian chuckled upon hearing this: "That means you were interested in me from the first moment you saw me, otherwise you wouldn't remember me."

“You could say that,” Chen Wenzhi said. “From the first moment I saw you, I was very interested in you.”