When moving out, Qiu Ruan put a book on Lang Huirou's bookshelf. Lang Huirou only discovered this after graduating from college.
The glue on the sticky note on the title page had long since dried and slipped out of the page. Lang Huirou bent down to pick it up. When she looked up again, she saw a face she hadn't seen in four years.
When we met for the first time in the spring of our second year of high school, we knew we were at war with each other. One was a good boy who liked to pretend to be good, and the other was a girl who liked to pretend to be a bad girl. Later, on a cold night, we wished each other a lifetime of freedom; and later, we decided to simply bloom two flowers in the sky, one on each side.
Do you still have trouble sleeping every day? Still fancy an oatmeal latte? Do you always hide and cry alone?
Are you still willing to consider me a friend?
I'm afraid I don't understand you anymore.
"The Russian teacher and music teacher in the International Department are actually high school classmates. They even wrote songs together."
"What's so strange about this? They even bought groceries together."
Intention: After falling in love with her, gradually become her