Xu Jieyue raised her face and looked at the sky that was dyed pink by the sunset, like an unfinished letter hanging in the dusk.
Her fingertips curled into her palm unconsciously, as if she could hold something in this way.
"Will we meet again?" This thought fell gently on the tip of my heart, carrying the weight of a feather, but making my whole heart tremble slightly.
She suddenly remembered that one afternoon, the sunshine was so gentle.
At that time, he was still by her side, still looking at her with a doting smile, holding the bouquet for her in his right hand, and holding the milk tea she loved to drink in his left hand, walking towards her, calling her "Yueyue" gently.
She thought. Will one day they meet again on a street in a certain city, at a certain corner, or in a certain store.
Such a scene. Will he say something like: "What a coincidence, long time no see."
Or turn a blind eye and walk by.
But no one can be sure about fate.
Maybe they will see each other again, maybe they will never see each other again.
She lowered her eyes slightly, gentle ripples appearing in her eyes.
Xu Jieyue smiled and hid the thousands of unsaid words in that whisper: "If we meet again, I hope it will be in the city you like and the season you like."
Intention: If we meet again
