In his first year of college, he fell for Su Wan, who always wore white dresses. He watched her in secret and memorized all her little habits. On her birthday, he sent her an anonymous bouquet of baby's breath, but never dared to admit it was from him. Later, they got together, and their passionate romance was as sweet as milk tea. When she asked, “Do you like me?” he said, “I do.” But cracks began to appear. She calmly told him, “I’ve had enough of liking you.” After the breakup, he packed her things into a box and never opened it again.
Five years later, they met again at a coffee shop. Her long hair fell over her shoulders. As she left, she looked back and said, “I knew that bouquet of baby's breath was from you.” That night, he dreamed he had returned to his first year of college and finally found the courage to say, “Hello, classmate.” She smiled and replied, “I know.” When he woke, she had messaged him: “I dreamed about you last night.” He replied, “I bought that same bouquet of baby's breath many times after that.”
Some affections bloom in silence, and at last, they count for something.
If youth had a name, it would be "I Know It's You" After reading "I Know It's You", I sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time. The street lights outside the window are on, exactly like the scene in the book. This is a story about a coward. Lin Zhixia had been secretly in love with Su Wan for a whole year, remembering all her little moves but not even daring to say "hello". On her birthday, he gave her a bouquet of baby's breath without a signature. She sent it to WeChat and asked who sent it, but he didn't admit it. Later, when they finally got together, she asked, "Did you send that bouquet of flowers?" And he said, "Not me." He had been hiding until she said "I like her enough", until they broke up, and until they reunited five years later, before finally admitting it. But she said, "I know it's you." She always knew. The most poignant part of this book is not the vigorous confessions, but the unspoken words, unstepped steps, and unacknowledged secrets. It's the cardboard box that has been hidden under the bed for five years and has never been opened, it's the phrase "I bought that bouquet of baby's breath many times later", it's the words "it's time to wake up" in the dream and the wet marks on the pillow after waking up. The author uses plain and restrained writing to describe the humbleness of secret love, the sweetness of passionate love, the dull pain of broken love, the hesitation of reunion and the relief of dreams. Each chapter is short, but each chapter is like a needle, gently piercing the heart. "What's in the dream doesn't count" - but some things are still there after waking up from the dream. Such as the bouquet of flowers without a signature, such as the admission five years late, such as the man who finally learned to be brave. If you have ever secretly liked someone, if you have ever missed or regretted it, you will see yourself in this book. The flower language of gypsophila is "silent love". But some love should not be silent.