In the afternoon 12 years ago, I was doing my endorsement in the corridor. She gave me a thumbs up with a smile and said "come on". I shyly covered my face with a book.
In the afternoon 12 years later, I didn't have the courage to go up and see if it was her.
Finally, I mustered up the courage to ask my grandma for news about her. Her parents took her to Shanghai, where she lived well, alone.
The answer is neither as scary nor as good as I thought.
Intention: Regret is not scary, but not being able to ask is scary. The answer itself is, liberation.