His Eyes Are Foggy

The writing is not very good, please forgive me. My name is Lin Zhi. When I was seventeen, I fell in love with someone. He is the number one in his grade, the representative of freshmen, and a taciturn academic master in everyone's eyes. And I am just an ordinary girl. I liked him for three years without telling anyone. I collected the scraps of paper he threw away, remembered his running days, and watched him secretly where he couldn't see. I thought this secret love would end with graduation. But I didn't expect that one rainy night eight years later, I received a letter from Beijing. The letter said: "Lin Zhi, when I was seventeen, there was a man who really wanted to know you. But he felt he was not worthy." It turned out that the person I thought was out of reach had also been secretly watching me for three years behind the curtain. This is a story about miss and reunion. I use the first person to tell you all about my heartbeat, humility, regrets and subsequent reunions when I was seventeen.