Under the warm sunlight, memories reappear before our eyes like carriages and horses flowing in water.
Fang Zhilin seemed to have returned to the beginning, when the freshman in high school was full of energy and excitement on the stage.
Thinking of Lin Fujue standing up for him again and again, thinking of him teaching him to show off his skills, thinking of him accompanying her to learn and improve, and thinking of everything that happened with him.
Every one of them made her extremely nostalgic.
It's a pity that there is no if in the world. Being able to truly feel it is already a gift.
You ask me if I regret it.
How could I not regret it?
I haven't said it myself yet.
After all, my liking for you has become a secret that cannot be told.
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