The summer of my sophomore year in high school seemed to be stretched out extremely long. Lin Weiran always pretended to organize textbooks during class, but her eyes couldn't help but drift forward - there was Chen Yu sitting there. His knuckles would gently exert force when he turned his pen. The cuffs of his school uniform always smelled of washing powder, and even the tips of her ears that turned slightly red when called on by the teacher became secrets she hid in her draft book.
The cicadas chirped outside the window for a whole season. The "Chen Yu" she had filled in half of the exercise book was erased by the eraser. The "Do you want to go home together" that she mustered up the courage to ask was stuck in her throat. In the end, it only turned into the pretentious "I can't do this question" when she handed it to him.
No one knew that the "see you tomorrow" she said while looking at his back contained a half-sentence of "I like you" that she didn't dare to say out loud; no one knew that no matter how loud the cicadas chirped that summer, they never drowned out the sound of her heartbeat. This is a secret story about youth and regret that only Lin Weiran knows.
Purpose: To commemorate the unknown secret
