It was like having a dream, and then entering the next dream without waking up.
I saw Xu Yi who was wearing a black T-shirt and carrying a gray schoolbag eight years ago, standing by the flower bed with his head lowered.
Have you woken up from the dream? Didn't wake up. Can I still continue to dream? Cannot.
My years were unintentionally disturbed by you. But he always stood one meter away, not daring to disturb you.
Xu Yi, I like you. You knew it all along! But I am ready to forget you, but I still want to remember you.
This is the last thing I do for you.
Write a novel that is related to you and me, but has nothing to do with us.