When she was seventeen, there was one more person in Li Li's encrypted photo album.
Meng Shiyuan, her best friend's brother, is five years older than her. With a height of 188cm and a model face, he is the center of attention wherever he goes.
She swore that she just thought he was good-looking—the kind of good-looking person who wants to collect exquisite figures after seeing them.
She secretly took pictures, saved them, and looked at them repeatedly. She thought it was a secret that belonged to her alone.
Until that day, she accidentally caught a glimpse of his mobile phone screen.
His encrypted photo album is full of her.
The perspective is from the first year of high school to the present, a full three years.
It turned out that he remembered that she didn't like coriander, so he would take a detour to send her home on rainy nights, and would hand her a band-aid of the right size when her hand was injured.
It turns out that every time he "hit the road" was not a smooth road, and every "chance" was premeditated.
It turned out that Meng Shiyuan, who was aloof and kept away from strangers, had secretly liked her for three years.
He said: "Li Li, after waiting for you for three years, I finally don't have to be a human being."
That was the sweetest summer.
Then she disappeared and went to the other side of the earth with an unspeakable difficulty.
We met again five years later. He was an upstart in the financial world, and she was a pianist who had returned from independence.
He stopped in front of her, his eyes were slightly red, but his voice was still restrained:
"Li Li, I'll wait for you this time. You can wait as long as you want."
He restrained himself for three years, waiting for her to grow up.
She escaped for five years, waiting for herself to become strong.
The flower language of white roses is "I am good enough for you."
Fortunately, in the end, none of them failed anyone.
