"Are we just high school classmates, ordinary friends?" Xiaochun frowned slightly.
As summer came, her temper began to become a little irritable.
"You should have deleted the email I sent you long ago. I still keep it. Whether I sent it to you or you replied to me, I still keep it." Xiaochun traced circles along the rim of the glass with her fingers, hiding a little uneasiness.
Whether it was friendship, sympathy, or love, he didn't dare to delve too deeply into it.
Their relationship has been at a stalemate. Although she was unwilling to accept it, she did not push him too hard. She thought that when he understood, he would accept her.