On the first day after Qi Xin transferred to another school, he sat next to Ji Ye.
She was surprised that every day during class, she would turn around and tilt her head to ask Ji Ye the same question - "Do you love me?" After asking, she didn't wait for an answer.
Everyone regarded it as a joke. What could be the relationship between the melancholy-looking transfer student and the top student who never looked up?
No one knew that every day after school, Ji Ye would take out a thick photo album from his schoolbag.
Dark blue cover with brushed edges.
Seventy-three pages.
From the first day she came, she never missed a day.
Ji Ye's slender fingers gently touched her face in the photo, and her eyes were completely different from her usual indifference - obsessed, crazy, like a drowning person grabbing the last piece of driftwood.
Until that day, Ji Ye found Qi Xin in the equipment room.
Sunlight filtered in through the broken window covered with old newspapers, and a few thin rays fell on the bleeding wound on her wrist.
Ji Ye walked over, held her hand, and took the blade away.
Qi Xin looked at her, his eyes slowly turning red: "Why do you care about me?"
Ji Ye didn't answer.
But Qi Xin is leaving, and her mother is taking her to another city, to a city with that man.
That night, Qi Xin pecked the tears at the end of Ji Ye's eyes.
On the morning of leaving, Ji Ye stood behind the sycamore tree at the entrance of the alley. It had rained all night and had just stopped. The air was filled with the smell of damp earth. A black car stopped at the alley. Qi Xin, wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, took a look here before getting in the car.
His lips moved: Wait for my news.
Ji Ye stood there and watched the car disappear at the intersection.
The phone vibrated.
Season: I'm leaving. Wait for me.
More than four hundred days later, on the evening of the end of the first semester of high school, Ji Ye walked out of the examination room.
Opposite the crowd, under the sycamore tree, stood a man.
She has a white skirt and long hair. She is a little thinner than two years ago, and seems to be a little fatter. The sunset leaks through the gaps in the leaves and falls on her body in spots.
Qi Xin.
She stood there, smiling, her eyebrows arched.
"Ji Ye," she said, "do you love me?"
Intention: From the day you asked me, to the day I saw you until now