In his first year of high school, Cheng Yue sat behind Shen Mian. He would bring an extra umbrella on rainy days and would take a detour to follow her when school was over. Everyone could see that he liked her, but she couldn't believe it.
By the time she finally dared to believe it, it was already too late.
They had liked each other - in those classes when they borrowed notes, and in those evenings when they walked together. But no one said it. One is waiting for a signal, the other is waiting for courage. In the end, his love expired and her courage came too late.
After being divided into classes in his second year of high school, he returned to the position of an ordinary classmate. Be polite, courteous, and neither far nor near. And she stood in the corridor of her senior year of high school, holding an expired answer in her hand and saying nothing.
From beginning to end, the best distance between them was the forty centimeters between the front and back tables. Close enough to hear his voice turning the pages of a book, but far enough away that you can never cross it.
Many years later, Shen Mian passed by a pear tree. The petals fell to the ground, she stood for a while, then turned and left.
They had liked each other. But not together. And neither of them told each other about this.
Intention: Some people have been here, that's enough