Xia Wu was once the most stubborn girl in the ordinary class.
She rushed forward with all her strength and plunged into the good liberal arts class that everyone longed for. She hid her vulnerability under her grades and felt awkward and uneasy in the new environment.
Until I met that girl with wheat-colored skin, who was not stunning, but looked more and more cute.
Others praise her for being powerful, dazzling, and having a bright future.
Only she can see through all her disguises and catch all her panic.
The wind in high school is very light, and the heartbeat is very real.
They quietly approached each other during evening study hall, secretly looked at each other during class breaks, and put each other into the softest place in their hearts during countless silent and tender moments.
She understands her stubbornness, feels sorry for her hard work, and prefers her imperfect appearance.
She thought that this love could transcend mountains and seas and go on for a long time.
But no matter how hot young love is, it cannot escape the fork in the road of growth.
Misunderstanding, silence, and drifting apart, they still got separated.
As soon as I turned around, it was years.
Later, she went to college, met new people, and started a new life, seemingly letting go of the past.
Only she knew that the person who reached out to pull her out when she was most embarrassed never really left.
Time flies, the note turns yellow,
Those unspoken apologies, unfulfilled promises, and goodbyes that didn't have time to say goodbye properly,
All hidden in the sentence "never forget".
Some people, once you meet them, are forever.
Some heartbeats, once they start, are irreversible.
The note is not dry yet, the mind is not yet cool.
We are lost in our youth,
But I miss the whole past.
Intent: This is a story about growth, inferiority and being loved. When we are young, we always try our best to chase excellence, thinking that only if we are dazzling enough can we be worthy of being liked. It wasn't until I met that person that I understood: True love is never about appreciating your light, but seeing your embarrassment, uneasiness and vulnerability, and still being willing to walk towards you, embrace you, and firmly choose you. The most precious thing in youth is never your perfect grades or your glamorous appearance, but someone who understands all your attempts to be strong, feels sorry for you every time, and gives you a clean, sincere, and unforgettable tenderness in your most chaotic time. Even if you get separated later, the memory of being loved well will be enough to sustain you throughout the long life ahead.