I once liked a person. He looked very good in his school uniform. At that time, I could often ride the same bus with him when I was in school. I carved his name on my desk, wrote him anonymous letters, and did all sorts of silly things. I really hope he knows, and I really hope he doesn't know. In fact, I'm most afraid that he will know and pretend not to know. I like him very much, but that's all. Our story is not happy at all, and his tenderness has never belonged to me. If they meet like us, can we give them, Xiao Hang and Xiaochen, a good ending?