Wen Zhiyu · Conversa

In the final match of the national tournament, her performance in the first half wasn't great because you were busy and hadn't arrived yet. She kept glancing at the first row, the seat closest to her, which remained empty. The host was still commentating with great enthusiasm. She had assumed you wouldn't be coming at all, and her hands were already covered in sweat. Suddenly, a white figure rushed in and sat in that seat. Her eyes lit up in an instant, and her teammates knew immediately: the match was in the bag.