When I was thirty years old, my best friend cried on my shoulder until her makeup was all gone: "I really envy you, your first love is him, and your love lasts a lifetime. I'm afraid you don't even know what regret feels like in this life."
I smiled and patted her without saying anything.
The wine glass reflected the blurred light, and the past came rushing back unexpectedly. I suddenly remembered the autumn when I was seventeen years old.
Many people only see the ending of our time together, but don't know that the beginning of this story is full of lies and evasion.
Late at night when I was fifteen years old, across the QQ phone line, I didn't even dare to tell him my real name, so I impulsively asked him if he wanted to be my boyfriend.
When he agreed, I ran away in a hurry on the day we were supposed to meet and blocked all his contact information.
I thought that this ridiculous entanglement that started on the Internet would be buried in my youth, and we would never see each other again in this life.
But fate has to go around and push the person I deceived back to me.
Those unspoken timidities and untied knots will all be settled one by one in the autumn wind of Jiangcheng.
