On my first day as airborne director, I saw Jiang Shu in the list of interns.
In high school, I secretly liked him for three years and hid the Polaroid photos for seven years.
And he probably didn't even remember my name.
"Hello, Director Lin." He stood up with calm eyes.
I nodded, expressionless.
Oh, it's best not to remember.
But then he helped me sort out my old things and saw the Polaroid.
"Is it you?" His eyes turned red.
I tore off the photo and said, "Jiang Shu, that was because I was ignorant when I was seventeen."
He didn't know that all I tore out were copies.
I don't even know that in the old box I moved--
Hidden evidence that he secretly photographed me seven years ago.
It turns out that he hid his love for me deeper than me.
But at that time, we were already married and cheated on each other, hurting each other to pieces.
This is a story about "knowing too late".
