The person I fell in love with for the first time is at the end of the starlight.
It's not an exaggeration, it's true - he likes watching stars, astronomy, and those formulas and books that I can't understand. His world is far, far away, and I can't catch up no matter how hard I try.
I spent my whole youth chasing him.
From the age of seventeen to nineteen, there are more than 800 days in total.
I thought he didn't know.
I thought it would be a long time.
It wasn't until the winter of my sophomore year that a message popped up in the high school group: something happened to Chen Yuzhou in the United States.
Later, the person who organized the belongings told me that a photo was found in the compartment of his wallet.
This is the only group photo we took in high school - I mustered up the courage to take it on graduation day.
On the back of the photo, there is a line of words, the date is the day the photo was taken:
"Shen Zhi, I'm very happy that you took the initiative to find me today."
——So you are looking at me too.
——It turns out that all that separates us is the courage I had when I was seventeen that I didn't dare to speak out.
But you are at the end of the starlight, how can I reach you?
Intention: Secret love