"Hello classmate, can I borrow your class's trash can?"
——On that sunny afternoon, he leaned against the door with a smile, and caught her seventeen-year-old heartbeat at a glance.
His "Okay" started the sweetest summer in their youth:
The confession note secretly stuffed into the trash can, the fingertips accidentally touching while cleaning, the chuckles and heartbeats coming from the corridor...
Everyone said that even their backs looked like they were meant for each other.
But at the end of the story, who said with red eyes——
"It turns out that those who are moved first must learn to practice before leaving."
In the early stage, the sugar content exceeded the standard | In the later stage, look for a sugar knife in the glass slag
"What you borrow is a trash can, what you can't borrow back... Is my heart."
Concept: The accident of youth