The day he graduated, Yu Qinan received a little note, written in elegant handwriting:
"Have I started to mean something to you?"
There was no signature and no context. He read it, then forgot about it.
Ten years later, Yu Qinan noticed a girl.
Her profile status was the very same sentence.
A mutual friend asked who the "you" in the sentence was, and what it meant.
Xia Zhining only smiled and said nothing.
"I liked the way you looked from behind. I often used dropping off homework as an excuse to follow you, stealing glances to see which way the wind blew your coat, then flowed past my body, as if everything had suddenly become meaningful."
"But the wind never stayed. I was unknown, like a pale crystal sinking into the sea, unnoticed by everyone."
"From near the bottom of the class, to the middle, to getting my name listed beside yours. That time, I finally asked, 'Have I started to mean something to you?'"
"Have I started to mean something to you?", Crocodile's Notes
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