There is only one person in the world who doesn't know that Wen Zhechi likes Chen Zhou - Chen Zhou.
The most intimate words she ever said to him were in her third year of junior high school: "Classmate, you stepped on my admission ticket."
They scanned the Wednesdays together for three years, and she always scanned the places he had scanned again.
She wrote his name three hundred times on scratch paper and then painted it all into black squares.
On her graduation day, she found a note in her desk pocket with an ugly smiley face drawn on it.
The signature is: Third row by the window.
Three thousand six hundred and fifty days.
She never said "I like you".
But all the correction tapes, ginkgo leaves, and unsent stars are known.
Intention: secret love