"Hey, Junheng. I am..."
"Is something wrong?"
"As expected, I have always been the only one who loves you. Haha."
Toot toot. . .
I have loved someone for a long time. The days and days I spent loving him seemed to have frozen, and sometimes they moved very quickly. I have long forgotten what I looked like at the age of seventeen, but I remember him at the age of seventeen. Some things are not engraved in the memory, but slowly integrated into the blood, gentle, delicate and omnipresent.