It turned out that all the gazes I thought were secretive had already been seen by him. He is like a patient hunter who has already laid a gentle trap, but is quietly waiting for me to walk in willingly. He said: "It probably started when a certain little girl always looked at me secretly while holding a book. Her eyes were so focused that it was hard not to notice."
A leaf needs sunlight and wind and rain to grow from germination to expansion. Fortunately, I waited for my light. And those youthful moments of war and chaos eventually became what he calls "particularly lovely" memories. Our story begins with my own secret and ends with the "so" of the two of us.
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