When Song Zhiwan opened the music classroom on the eve of the school anniversary, the anonymous letter on the piano was flipped to the third page by the evening wind.
The whole class thought she was just a quiet transfer student, and no one thought she could make any big moves.
But she had already recognized the boy who moved away three years ago from the creases on the letter paper, the color of the ink and the fragmentary melody.
On the school anniversary stage, someone wanted to read the letter in front of everyone, and was also planning to point out that the person confessing to was another person.
On the night of the school anniversary, Song Zhiwan walked onto the stage, gently put down the letter paper, and only asked: Do you still remember this piece of music?
