I confessed, and he left in silence.
At the celebration party, the corner of his lip was injured, and everyone said it was from a fight over another girl.
I suppressed my thoughts and stepped back step by step.
But the umbrella on the rainy night, the care during the journey, and the solemn confession under the fireworks on the top of the mountain disrupted my mood time and time again.
Fireworks filled the sky, and I rejected him.
It wasn't until much later that I found out——
That fight, that wound on the corner of the lip, turned out to be all because of me.
Two-way secret love, college youth full of misunderstandings.
Intention: If you like something, say it boldly. If you are rejected, give yourself another chance. If there is any misunderstanding, it must be explained. Today's fast-food style of love prevents many people from stopping to look for and solve problems. I always think about changing, not repairing.