On the rooftop of Zhiyuan Building, the half-meter-high whitewashed wall is covered with colorful characters, which is dazzling. There was also a group of girls squatting there chattering and discussing what to add.
Is it your memory? Is it my memory? Or the memories we had together?
Shu Xi only wrote one sentence and engraved it in the corner. Because someone once said that liking someone is your own business.
There was no sunlight there, and she was humble and silent in the darkness, just like herself.
Lan Jue, I like you.
Shu Xi searched for images related to him in his mind, keeping them deep in his memory like a movie.