[Childhood sweethearts + mutual secret love + long-lasting love + rising ambiguity]
When he was thirteen years old, Chen tide was fostered into my home.
She is like a timid cat, quiet and well-behaved. She only eats with the food in front of her. She has two shallow dimples when she smiles.
I took her to school by bike, cooked tomato and egg noodles for her, and taught her to do math problems. When she called me "Jiang Yi", her voice was as soft as spring grass buds.
I don't know when I started to like her.
Maybe it was the moment when she looked back at me in the snow, and the snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, shining brightly; maybe it was the night when she ate the noodles I cooked and even drank the soup; maybe it was the time when she said to me "I miss you too" under the sunset.
But before she could say anything, she was taken abroad by her mother.
After she left, I learned to lose sleep.
He waited for her message on his cell phone, looked at her photos over and over again, and was in a daze in the room where she once lived. In the past three years, I have accumulated a lot of words, but I only typed four words late at night:
"I miss you so much."
