Oops, How Could I Be in Love?

The whole capital knew that Yu Xiaoxiao liked Zhuge Xi. She fell down when she was four years old, and he handed her a veil, which she remembered for thirteen years. He casually taught her a few words to write, and she practiced them so many times that she could write them with her eyes closed. The sachet he returned had a note attached that said "no need". She put it into the bottom of the drawer and hid it like a treasure. He never made any promises to her, never said anything ambiguous, and never did anything that could be interpreted as "he likes her too." He always calls her "Miss Yu" politely, politely and from a distance. She understands everything. But she still walked on that road for thirteen years, until he got married, until he had his own home, and until the drawer was filled with scraps she picked up - a yellowed handkerchief, a rusty arrowhead, a faded note, and a piece of ginkgo leaf stolen from someone else's yard. It's not that she doesn't know how to look back. She just never found her way back.