(Adapted from a true story)
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At four o'clock in the morning, he waited alone at the train station for two hours.
The wind on the beach was very strong, and he stood silently in front of her, saying nothing.
On the volunteer list, he wanted to write a strange city into the future.
From Ningjiang to Lucheng, from the back row of the classroom to the platform in the early morning, the bravest thing he has ever done is to like her quietly.
And those unspoken words eventually became—
A sunset alone, a ticket with no clear destination, and countless late nights where words are hesitant.
This is a story about "silent love".
This book is written for all those who "dare not speak"——
Confession is a game for the brave
