At seventeen years old, they were a "couple" in everyone's eyes, but neither of them took that step.
The night breeze beside the playground knows it, the note in the back row of the classroom knows it, and the street lamp after evening study also knows it - they like each other, but no one dares to say it.
Later, after graduation, they went their separate ways. During the four years of college, she had been in love, and so had he. But no one can really fill that place in my heart.
On the day he enlisted in the army, he dialed the number he had saved for four years: "Wait for me." She said, "Okay."
Five years. More than 1,800 days. Videos every night, three vacations, three family visits. The jasmine on the windowsill bloomed and declined, and bloomed again after declining.
On the day of their reunion, she wore a white dress, held Jasmine in her arms, and stood in the crowd waiting for him. Just like when she was seventeen years old, she stood by the playground waiting for him to finish playing.
He came out and saw her at a glance.
Some words don't need to be said. It took them ten years to prove this.
——It took a long detour, but fortunately the destination is you.
Intention: It's been a long detour, but luckily the destination is you