First Frost ( Requested )

He rubbed his head with no gentle force, as if he was rubbing a rag, there seemed to be some warmth at this moment. With the sound of the door closing, Wen Yifan touched his head in hindsight.

Wen Yifan stood there for a while, and only looked in the direction of the coffee table after a while.

This cake has surprised Wen Yifan.

She didn't expect to have gifts at all.

The lights in the living room were not turned off yet, and the white lights were a bit dazzling. The coffee table was cleaned up, with only a hot pot and a few drinking glasses, and newspapers and a few magazines beside it.

From this angle, you can't see anything under the coffee table.

Wen Yifan walked back and squatted beside the coffee table to look in.

There are a lot of things in it, and it's not neatly arranged and mixed. In a pile of milk powder and fruit cereal, the powder-blue bag is placed on the outermost part, making it particularly obtrusive.

The gift bag is not solid color, dotted with little white flowers, loose and not too dense.

Staring for two seconds, Wen Yifan stretched out his hand and took it out.

Wen Yifan looked inside the bag, and there was a dark black box inside. She stood up, feeling inexplicably that what she was holding was like a hot potato, and she felt like she had taken something she shouldn't have.

She didn't open it immediately, first went to the entrance and turned off the light, and then returned to the room.

Wen Yifan put the bag on the bed and took out the box inside.

The texture is slightly thicker, about a lap bigger than a hand. Before opening, she could smell a faint scent, which was extremely special, with a bit of sweetness mixed in the bitterness.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Yifan opened it carefully.

It's a bottle of perfume.

A transparent pink square bottle with a dark bow tied to the mouth.

Two English words are engraved with black letters on the top.

——Firstfrost.

Frost.

Her nickname.

Wen Yifan's heart beat hard.

I don't know if this was a coincidence or something else, but Wen Yifan inevitably thought of what Sang Yan had previously called her "Wen Shuang Jiang". She licked her lips, took the phone out of her pocket, and checked the brand online.

This brand of perfume is very small and not particularly famous.

Wen Yifan didn't know much about this, so he flipped through it and didn't continue to read it. She moved her gaze to the perfume bottle again, and the writing on it was clear, as if it had been carved by a knife.

Wen Yifan rubbed his fingers on it a few times, so he remembered the past.

It seems to be the first semester of high school.

When chatting with a classmate, Wen Yifan casually mentioned that because he was born in Shuangjiang, his nickname is also Shuangjiang. All the students present at the time just listened to it and did not take it seriously.

She didn't care too much about it.

It seemed that only Sang Yan had listened to this matter.

I don't remember when it started. When the two got together in private, Sang Yan stopped calling her "school girl" or her original name, and changed her name to "Wen Shuang Jiang".