In high school, I was the invisible girl in class, while Jiang Yu was the shining campus heartthrob.
For three years, I secretly wrote him love letters, but never dared to sign my name.
On graduation day, I stuffed all the letters into his desk, intending to put an end to my unrequited love once and for all.
Ten years later, at our class reunion, he was a rising star in the business world, standing beside his girlfriend, the school’s most popular beauty.
When someone brought up those anonymous love letters from back then, everyone burst out laughing.
The beauty pouted. “Yu was so aloof back then. Why would he ever pay attention to someone who hid behind anonymity?”
As I lowered my head and fought back tears, Jiang Yu suddenly stood up.
“They weren’t anonymous.”
He pulled a yellowed sheet of paper from his pocket and looked straight at me through the crowd.
“Letter number 87. You said you’d wait for me until graduation. I’m here now. Does that still count?”
