"I was in the middle school department at the county town's middle school, you played basketball, and I even brought you water."
Xiang Qingyuan had no recollection, as there were many girls who brought him water when he played basketball on the school's dilapidated playground.
At that time, he hadn't moved to Hai City yet and wasn't interested in those girls, his mind was wholly set on Lin Yan.
His basketball jersey had Lin Yan's name written all over it, and looking back, Xiang Qingyuan felt it wasn't worth it for himself, a misplaced devoted affection.
Although Xiang Qingyuan had changed a lot, upon seeing the person he liked again, Song Qingping's face still reddened, her feelings written all over her face.
Xiang Qingyuan pretended to remember everything, "So it was you, you've become more and more beautiful, I didn't even recognize you. Are you also from Xiuhua Village, junior?"
