Why does it feel like he's the senior, and she's the junior?
So mature, not like an eighteen-year-old at all!
Thinking back to when she was eighteen, so youthful and innocent!
Alright, to put it bluntly, maybe a bit naive, but that's what youth is, right? Don't ancient people also say ten without worries, twenty without regrets, thirty established or something?
Suddenly feeling sorry for these smart people, do they have youth?
Do they have carefree, innocent times?
Thinking like this instantly brought comfort, happily going to read books.
Before lunch, Bi Ziyin looked at Wen Nuan, "How much have you read?"
Wen Nuan looked at Bi Ziyin, feeling uneasy, if she said she read a lot, would he ask?
She smiled lightly and hugged the numbers.
Bi Ziyin casually asked a question, "Share your thoughts."
Wen Nuan, "..."
So frustrating, eighteen and you're really like this?
Nevertheless, she shared her understanding.
