My name is Song Zhizhi, and I am the daughter of a century-old traditional Chinese medicine family. In high school, he fell into the hands of Zhang Zhiheng, who treated him as the whole world, surrounding him like a little sun. He acted arbitrarily based on my liking, embarrassed me in public, manipulated me at will, and trampled my sincerity under his feet. I lost my pride for him, and it wasn't until I couldn't bear it anymore that I turned around and left, and then I lived the way I wanted to live.
When I met Ji Chenyu in college, I should call him uncle based on seniority. He was the school director who donated the library and dormitory building to the school. He treated me tenderly and carefully, holding me in the palm of his hand, but I always had the anxiety of the past hidden in my heart. Later, misunderstandings arose, and during the tug-of-war between falling in love and killing each other, I finally saw who was the person worth spending a lifetime with.
The sour first love in high school has become a thing of the past, and the affectionate companionship in college will last for the rest of my life. My story is about farewell and meeting
