I hid my entire youth in the word "brother" for ten years.
When I was 21 years old, Zhou Xuchuan picked me up from the train, taught me the way, supported me, and told me again and again: "You have to tell me what you want."
But what I want most, I never dare to say.
Later, when he got married, I missed the wedding, fled back to my hometown, and lost contact with him. When we met again ten years later, his nine-year-old son stood beside him, and I also had a wedding ring on my hand.
I finally handed him the confession letter that I had hidden for ten years, thinking that the tenderness that I had treasured over and over again might have been love.
But he only said to me: "Zhixia, whoever you like in the future, you should let him know as soon as possible."
It turns out that the most painful regret is not that we loved each other but missed each other, but that my entire youth was finally heard by him, but still not loved.
