I smashed Fu Sinian's limited edition figure, and my fingertips were trembling.
When he came back from a business trip, he squatted down with an expressionless expression, put the pieces into the box, turned around and entered the balcony.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, I saw a yellowed photo held between his fingertips, his knuckles turning white, and an inexorable loneliness in his eyes.
I felt panicked and guilty, and couldn't help shouting inside:
"Brother! Don't hold it in! Even if you punish me, come at me, hit me a few times, it's fine. Don't be alone in your heart!"
After a long time, he slowly sent a message, the words full of suppressed disappointment: "Stop looking for her, she doesn't know me and has never liked me."
My eyes fell on the girl with bright smile in the photo, and my heart suddenly shook.
Isn't this the same best friend who was chatting with me last week, complaining about a strange senior student in college who always secretly stares at her?
Fu Sinian, it turns out that you, who are so superior, can have such a secret love that you can't get.
Coincidentally, the love letter that had been hidden for three years without being sent is now in my hands.
You say, should I take advantage of the situation and help you realize your feelings, or should I just let this secret love that no one knows about just remain silent?
Intention: All misunderstandings will eventually dissipate, and sincere love deserves to be responded to