In his freshman year of high school, she took away a pen from him, and he lost his entire youth.
He originally wanted to save up for a grand confession, but he suddenly fell seriously ill on the eve of the college entrance examination. In order not to drag her down, he cruelly fabricated a lie about going abroad and disappeared out of thin air.
She waited for him for six years, from eagerly anticipating him to slowly giving up, and finally married someone else.
He struggled with the disease for six years and finally survived, but it relapsed at the end of his life, leaving him with only one month to live.
At the wedding, she smiled and said to him: "It's a pity that you didn't marry me."
Three taps on the edge of the table was a code that only they understood, and it was also an unspeakable regret.
He hid all the truth and silently made up for the flowers and fireworks that were six years late for her.
She hides her thoughts and occasionally looks back at the old days in her stable life.
It turns out that I missed something, not because I didn't love you, but because my fate didn't allow it.
It turns out that the most painful realization is that I love you without telling the whole world, but I can only watch your happiness and never disturb you.
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A confession that was absent due to illness, a teenage love that was torn apart by fate.
He left without saying goodbye, and she waited for six years; he escaped death, and she was married to another man.
When they reunited at the wedding, she hid her sincerity in a joke, but he could only remain silent despite the turbulence in his eyes.
At the end of his life, he used his last moments to set off a firework that no one knew about for her.
Let all the thoughts, hardships and regrets rot into the bones and blood, and be brought into the loess.
"You look great in your wedding dress.
It's a pity that I didn't marry her. "
This time, it's forever.
Intention: The deepest love is forbearance. In the dead end of fate, I will use silence to exchange for your stability for the rest of your life.