In the early spring of that year, someone stuffed a book into Shen Tian's desk.
She wanted to find out who he was, but was afraid of actually finding it. For a person like her, even being liked is a burden. How can she dare to receive love? So she hid the book in the deepest drawer and pretended that nothing happened.
He did not appear again. Shen Tian didn't mention it again.
We met again five years later.
He is the designer and Shen Tian is the teacher. He looked at her as if he had known her for a long time, and Shen Tian didn't even remember having this person in high school.
He said: "Shen Tian, long time no see."
"I've known you since high school," he said.
He said, "Do you know why I took this project? Because you are here."
What Shen Tian didn't know was that he had been waiting for her for five years, from the age of eighteen to twenty-three. He sent two books, and the second one was lost, so he thought Shen Tian rejected it, so he didn't come to her again.
It wasn't the books that were lost that year.
It's his whole youth.
But he said: "It doesn't matter. I can afford to wait."
——But Lu Shiyu, it's me walking towards you this time.
