The diary is filled with his name, and the stars are broken one after another.
Having been at the same desk for four years, he gave me something I had never experienced before. When I was slandered and cried, he handed me a tissue; when I was sleepy in class and was marked down, he interceded for me; everyone thought I was careless, but he was the only one who could see that I was timid and sensitive. The seat was moved and he ran over and said, "I want to sit with you."
Someone asked me why I liked him for six years. Because my family never firmly chose me, all they gave me was beatings, scolding and disappointment. So when someone pushed a tissue over and said, "I want to sit with you," I couldn't help but feel moved.
But it was only after graduation that I found out that he had a girl he liked. That girl doesn't like him, but she hangs on to him. I wanted to tell him to stop being like this, but I didn't dare to speak - I was afraid that he would think I was sowing discord, and I was afraid that I would lose the right to get close to him.
It's been six years and he doesn't know I like him. He doesn't know that it hurts me more to see him like someone else than if he doesn't like me. ——Leng Jinyuan
Intention: There was some heartbeat, but there was no response from the beginning
