When she first went to the United States, she was staying at her uncle's house and was tricked because of the language when she was buying a gift for her brother in a store. In a foreign country, he was like a savior specially arranged by God to help her buy the gift smoothly.
At the age of 17, he broke into her heart with his extraordinary charisma. She found his contact information by some strange means, but she didn't know that it was just a number he didn't often use in the United States.
Maybe it's because I'm from the same country that I always think of him. She told herself, but when she called him more and more and sent him more and more messages, there was no word from him. My lost heart told myself that I fell in love with him.
There is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
When she met him again in the United States and learned that he would return to China to attend the same university as her, her heart that had been quiet for three years screamed deep in her body.
It's hard to hide liking something like this, it pops out of your eyes when you cover your mouth.
He held her hand: I'm sorry for making you wait for seven years. As her tears fell, she said softly: I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to your love.