I had another dream last night.
In my dream, I returned to April when catkins were flying, to Xiuqi Middle School, which was small but well-equipped, and to Class 1 and 5, a sub-key high school in a corner. I was still the fat girl who smiled everywhere I went. I didn't know you guys yet...
When I woke up, the corners of my raised mouth had not yet been lowered, and I touched the single pillow on the double bed. I seemed to have forgotten how you looked, handsome, arrogant, and funny...
Intention: Faced with the uncertainty of choice, can you really distinguish between love and non-love?