Three years ago, he asked her, "Zhao Xiwei, let's really be together, okay?"
Three years later, she asked him, "Who am I to you?"
They have known each other for ten years.
He was familiar with all her habitual little moves, he would still touch her head when she looked at him pitifully, and he would still be impatient with her and agree to something.
She was used to relying on him, used to being a little tempered in front of him, and used to think of him when she was most sad.
She thought he would always be by her side, but finally found that she could no longer enter his world.
She tried to get closer, but lost herself in the most glorious years, sinking deeper and deeper into it.
She still remembers that in the evening when winter was still lingering, when the lanterns came on, the young man's face was stained with fatigue and sadness that transcended his age. He said -
"When you've had enough fun, go home."
"You're only in high school, you can't go on like this."
"You go abroad, you are smart and your English is good."
"Zhao Xiwei, actually you have always been a good boy."