[Don’t read this. The author abandoned it and ran out of skill to continue.]
We both kept our feelings buried, planning to bring them out into the sunlight once the mission was complete. You said you didn’t remember me anymore. That’s all right. I’ll find a way to make you remember.
During the rainy season in Heming City, the roses bloomed again and again. Do you still like the bouquet I gave you?
The clouds will part, the misunderstandings will clear up. I lost you once, but this time I won’t be careless and let you slip away again.
“Hello, Xia Qiawei. My name is Lu Yichan.”
