In high school, I was the most transparent person in the class, while Jiang Yu was the shining school hero.
I secretly wrote love letters to him for three years, but never dared to sign them.
On graduation day, I stuffed all my love letters into his desk, intending to end this crush once and for all.
At the class reunion ten years later, he was already a new man in the business world, with his girlfriend, a popular school beauty, standing next to him.
Someone mentioned those anonymous love letters from back then, and the whole audience burst into laughter.
The school belle acted coquettishly: "Ayu was very cold back then, how could he deal with someone who hides his head and shows his tail?"
When I lowered my head to hold back my tears, Jiang Yu suddenly stood up:
"It's not anonymous."
He took out a piece of yellowed paper from his pocket and looked directly at me through the crowd:
"In the 87th letter, you said you would wait until I graduate. Now that I'm here, does it still count?"
