After he left, Zhou Mengfei opened the diary again, and when she turned to the end, she found that there were only a few unwritten pages left, and a few words were written on the last page:
Any song from those years can remind me of you.
I want to tell you that I am no longer the coy little girl before. If I were facing you now, I think those days would be better and more unforgettable. Unfortunately, the past is doomed.
What you don't know is that I have kept every note I exchanged with you when I was a student, so how can I let go of it?
No, I dreamed of you again, and I can't tell whether I like you or am obsessed with you.
Love is the moment when one abandons oneself and turns to the light.
Although you are not the standard answer, you got full marks in my heart.
Autumn is the season when people want to write letters, but the transmission of words is always distorted.
You see, the wind today has wrinkled the surface of the lake.
Looking at the text in front of her, Zhou Mengfei's eyes became moist unconsciously. She swallowed with her weak body and added a sentence at the end of the blank page:
If there is another chance, we'd better not meet again. If I encounter wild geese flying south, I will miss you.
Reader comments
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It's very sincere. The more you look back, the more uncomfortable you feel. I recommend it [crying] [crying]