Seat Number 22A

Four years ago, Ding Yaran met He Zheng on a flight. He is an entrepreneurial young man, mature and steady; she is a recent high school graduate, young and immature. He took her to visit Spring City, celebrated her birthday with her, and said, "Take your time, why rush?" - She thought that was love. But then he became busier and busier, and his messages went from a few messages a day to one message every three days. The night her grandma passed away, she turned on her phone and the last message was from three days ago: "Busy." She deleted all his contact information and only sent two words: Goodbye. Four years later, on the return flight from Shenzhen City, seat number is 22A. She said softly: "Please let me in." The man looked up - it was Hezheng. He grabbed her backpack strap and said, "Speak clearly before you leave." She smiled, but her eyes were red: "He Zheng, do you know that I have taken your ride-hailing ride three times, and you didn't recognize me even once?" Can a broken mirror be reunited? What can I give in return for being four years late? I hope all girls with low self-esteem can wait for the person who is willing to slow down.