Lin Ji liked Zhou Liansheng for her entire youth.
She didn't say that. He didn't ask either.
But they all know it.
From the notes he borrowed and returned, from those "happening" walks after school, from the window he quietly closed - they all knew.
But no one spoke.
Later, Lin Ji thought, if she had said it out loud, would the ending have been different?
But she thought again: maybe not telling her would be the best ending between them.
"I like you."
She had practiced this sentence her entire youth.
Finally, I told the wind.
