I repeated a year, and sent the person I loved most to court.
Not a real court, though. It was a lawyer's letter I forged with my own hands.
She brought her father all the way from Yunqi County to Chengjiang, then confronted me in the classroom where we were repeating the year.
Her father asked me, "Was this written by Doubao?"
I said, "No, I hired someone to write it."
She believed me. Her whole family believed me.
I never saw her again.
Only two cups of milk tea, sent by someone I never figured out, and the two things she left unsaid before she went became mysteries I could never solve.
