I like a person, his name is Jiang Chuming. From that year on, my school uniform and manuscript papers were filled with secrets about him.
The first time I met him was at the entrance of the examination room. He was wearing a blue school uniform at that time, which was enough to make my heart flutter.
The second time we met was in front of the teaching building. The dark green trench coat is still fresh in my memory to this day.
At the sports day of my senior year of high school, I wore a black coat that went down to my ankles.
The excitement at that time lasted for two years. I never said much about it, but he knew it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
