I once firmly believed that Gu Yu and I were "running in both directions between the library and the classroom", a pure friendship that transcended gender. Until he confessed, I ran away.
In order to maintain a safe distance, I planned a self-driving trip for four of us, taking my best friend with me and him with his hair.
Until on the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, I watched him hand the bottle of water that once belonged to me to my best friend with unfamiliar tenderness.
At that second, I realized belatedly that I fell in love with him.
And the joke of fate has just begun: the moment his eyes turned, it happened to be the moment my heart moved.
This escape in the name of friendship finally made me the only prisoner.
Intention: Learn to face your own heart, and don't miss your true pursuit in hindsight.