In the third year of junior high school, Chen Zhao began to "observe" Zhao Yi and his brothers.
She thought she was recording a hazy CP, but she didn't know that her eyes had already exposed the mystery.
Until the smiling face on the glass window is wiped away, and the shadows under the street lights on the snowy night overlap——
Only then did she understand that all approaches in the name of others were a long confession written to herself.
Intention: We have used other people's names to write our own thoughts, but we don't know that the longest "reading comprehension" in youth, the answer has long been hidden in the other person's eyes looking at us.
——Dedicated to all those who have loved clumsily but sincerely in the name of friends.
