Lin Zhi always thought that his love for Chen Yu was well hidden. She wrote all her unspoken thoughts on the corners of the scrap paper, tore them out one by one, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them into the deepest corner of the desk - the same name was written all over those paper balls. Until one day, my deskmate Chen Yu handed over an unsigned book with wrong questions. She opened it and found a piece of scrap paper inside that was crumpled and carefully flattened. His name was written on it, and the handwriting was so hard that it almost broke the paper. \"I picked up everything you tore into pieces.\" He lowered his eyes and said in a very soft voice, \"If you want to hide it from now on, just hide it here with me.\" Lin Zhi froze on the spot, suddenly thinking of many things. She remembered that he always said "just by the way" to take her home, but in fact, his home was in the south, and it took an extra twenty minutes each time; she remembered that when he handed in homework, he always put her notebook on top; she remembered that at the corner of the stairs, she had seen him with red eyes, but he smiled before she spoke. ——It turns out that the person she secretly likes has also liked her in the same way for many years. From being at the same table in the second semester of high school, to being in the same city after the college entrance examination, and then staying together after graduation. It took them a long, long time to finally admit that what they wanted to touch was never just the temperature of their fingertips.
Intention: True love is not about holding each other tightly, but making each other a better person; those teenage thoughts hidden in the scratch paper and wrong question book will one day be gently revealed.