On the day when the freshmen of Yancheng Middle School registered, Ye Zhiheng saw Zhou Yanwen in the back row of the classroom.
The girl sat in front of him, the fragrance of white tea filling her nostrils. Her profile was exactly the same as that of Qingmei who had left her without saying goodbye, but the way she looked at him was no different from how she looked at anyone else.
In her second year of junior high school, she suddenly transferred schools without even saying goodbye.
He thought he had forgotten. He forgot to bring his meal card in front of the cafeteria window, and his ears were red with embarrassment. She swiped the card for him, turned around and left, without even saying "No need to pay it back."
He stood there holding the dinner plate, suddenly unsure——
Has she really forgotten him, or is she better at pretending than he is?
"Do you remember me?"
He practiced this sentence in his mind for three years.
The day I met her, I didn't say anything.
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