Meeting someone who makes your heart flutter in your school days becomes one of your most innocent memories.
“Jiang Xubai, I like you.”
“Jiang Xubai, I don't want to like you anymore.”
“Wen Xuening, I'm sorry. And I love you.”
Memories are beautiful, yet bittersweet.
Thank you for leaving me with these memories.
The promise beneath the cherry blossoms was never fulfilled.
I saw you in your wedding dress. I'll just pretend you married me.
Parting is something we spend our whole lives learning.
Jiang Xubai, this is the fifth year since you left.
This story has a BE ending! BE! BE! BE! Emphasis!!!
This is my first story, and I'm still a novice writer. Please go easy on me if it's not well written. I'm happy to take suggestions, though I'm a little sensitive. Thank you all for your support, dear readers.
