I like Kuzu.
Lin Yijia also likes Kuzu.
But the person Ge Mu likes is Cheng Yan.
All my friends knew about this, but I didn't.
That night when the truth was revealed, I cried in the Internet cafe until dawn. A few days later, I returned to them, forcing myself to understand and accept.
Because I'm more afraid of disappearing from Kuzumu's world than being deceived.
Later, Lin Yijia came to see me in a heavy rain that even an umbrella could not stop.
The girl who once liked the same person as me gradually became the person who understood me best in the world.
At the lakeside in late June, I said to her:
"How about the two of us spend time together in the future."
I didn't tell her that there was dependence, distress, and desperation in this sentence, but it may not all be love.
I only told her that Hanjiang was the unguaranteed exception.
She rested her head on my shoulder and said:
"It doesn't matter, I'm willing to bet."
We were all too young at that time.
I thought I could share a little bit if I liked it, and I could make an exception if I promised; I thought that as long as no one left, no one would get hurt.
It took me a long time to understand that some people hide things from you because they are afraid that you will not be able to bear the truth.
But the last person to know will not be any less hurt by it.
She just didn't even have the chance to choose how to say goodbye.
Intention: Get to know yourself in love and loss, learn to make choices, and learn to forgive yourself.