Six years ago, he disappeared without warning.
Lin Xiyan couldn't figure out why the boy he grew up with didn't even say goodbye. She had waited, been angry, and slowly forgotten.
Later, she fell in love, worked, and broke up, and her life went as planned.
Until that late autumn evening, she secretly photographed a man wearing a peaked cap on the bus and sent it to her best friend: "Your ideal type!"
After getting out of the car, she was shocked to realize that she had accompanied him to pick out those earrings during her sophomore year of high school.
Nian Fangchi came back.
In the past six years, there was not a day when he didn't miss her on the other side of the ocean. He added her on WeChat as a stranger, watched her Moments for three years, and knew all her joys and sorrows.
But on the day they reunited, the two just nodded politely.
He didn't dare to get close, fearing that she wasn't ready yet.
She didn't think much about it, thinking he was just feeling guilty.
Until he started to be attentive clumsily, until she realized belatedly that the person she thought was just a good friend had actually lived in her heart for a long time.
Six years is a long time, long enough to forget someone.
Six years is so short that when we meet again, our heartbeats will still skip a beat.
Intention: Time will dilute the memory, but it will not dilute the heart.