If I Had Held Your Hand That Autumn

She has been painting for twenty years, and her painting books are all filled with him. From a young deskmate to a close friend, from a secret love that I dare not express, to secretly tracing every frame of his features. The diary locks up the thoughts that no one knows about, and the drawing paper is covered with his outline—— But Shen Yanzhou, from beginning to end, knew nothing. Until the day she packed her bags and decided to go to Shanghai. He accidentally opened those dusty picture books. It turns out that for twenty years, every page has been silently saying: I love you. The moment the two of them looked at each other, she suddenly grabbed his collar, pulled him closer, aimed at the lips that were still choking, and kissed him desperately. The belated kiss was full of desperate ferocity. Teeth collided and tears blended together. She wished she could burn away all the twenty years she had missed at this moment. He finally lost control and hugged her tightly, kissing her deeper, Two souls that had been drifting in secret love for half their lives collided violently and trembled. But when her lips and teeth separated, she looked into his red eyes and her voice was so calm that it was almost cruel: "I still have to go." The arm around her waist froze instantly. It took her twenty years to make up her mind to let him go. And it took him twenty years to finally realize... How much he loved her, but he almost lost her forever.