That day was September 2001, and it was also the best time for the Phoenix Flowers to bloom. She and Duo Duo stood beside the Phoenix Flowers, small clusters of red Phoenix Flowers, reflecting Cheng Nuo's tear-stained face into a smile.

She lifted her finger and used her slender fingers to wipe away the tears on her face.

The expression on his face was so gentle that it made Cheng Nuo's heart tremble.

Cheng Nuo happily pulled the exercise book over to the school broadcast station and sang a song called "MYLOVE".

From then on, the whole school knew that Cheng Nuo had become the girl friend of the Practice Hall.

When the dust settled from their high-profile relationship, Cheng's favorite thing was sticking to the exercise. But she had stuck to him for more than a month, not even close enough to him, and he always seemed to keep a certain distance from her.

The distance was not far, but it always made her feel distant.

She wanted to hold his hand, to take his arm, to kiss his lips!

There is not always a saying in a love book: To catch a man, you have to hold the man's stomach first!

Cheng Nuo began to learn to love.

She was also the eldest daughter of a wealthy family and had never been to the kitchen before. However, in order to practice, she rolled up her sleeves and entered the kitchen, even painstakingly cooking.

She cut her finger while cutting food and scalded the back of her hand while frying eggs, but she didn't even blink as she asked the family chef to comment on her cooking.

Seeing her like this, even the nanny in the house was moved, saying that the boy she was chasing would definitely catch her.

Cheng Nuo gave her a big hug and an LV bag for the nanny's words.

Cheng Nuo repeated his love many times before finally succeeding.

On the second day, she happily brought the plate to Cheng Nuo. She glanced at it and then looked at Cheng Nuo.

She had a smile on her face, lovely and charming.

"Why are you wearing gloves?" The weather was not yet cold, and everyone was still wearing short sleeves.

Cheng Nuo was stunned for a moment. He put on a brighter smile and said, "I made it myself. You don't expect it to taste good?"

Cheng Nuo took the bowl from Cheng Nuo and put it aside. Then, he grabbed one of her hands and took off her gloves. When he saw the wound on her hand, he stretched his brows and twisted his brows.

With a grave expression, he grabbed her other hand and pulled off the glove. When he saw the burn on her hand, he was thoroughly angry.

He looked at Cheng Nuo, his voice rough, "Are you still a kid?! Don't you know how to take care of yourself? Do you know that you will get infected this way?! Don't you know how to treat a wound?! Do you know that scald wounds will leave scars if not treated in time? "

Cheng Nuo was extremely happy.

Because she knew that she was the one who cared.

After he finished yelling, he pulled her to the infirmary. He personally applied the medicine and blew on her cheeks while he applied it. He carefully and gently asked, "Does it hurt?"

She smiled and shook her head.

But he could clearly see the tears in her eyes, and his movements were softer and more careful.

Her heart was filled with sweetness. She wasn't crying because of the pain, but because of the intention he had for her.

Coming out of the infirmary, she asked him, "May I hold your hand?"

He looked at her, and in the bright autumn sunlight she looked like a ball of fire.

"Close your eyes." "No," he said.

His face came closer and closer to hers, and she could smell the sweet scent of him, not perfume. Cheng Nuo blinked, his eyes glazed over. Was he going to kiss her?