That year, that day, that scene, that person.
I still remember that at that time, she was lying on the railing carrying an English text, looking at the blurry boy in the opposite class through the gaps in the pages of the book; I still remember that at that time, she and her friend carried their bags to the study room in a panic to occupy a seat for the seat separated from him by a glass; I still remember that at that time, she wrote the manuscript of the school magazine seriously and reminded him to read it with a little sweetness; I still remember that at that time, she mustered up the courage to sing a little love song at the Christmas party and stared at him for a long time...
Only she knew this. Even if she was torn apart unbearably, the whole world knew that Qin Ran liked Ji Qian. Even if she was accused of being so mean, it didn't matter. She also raised her head, and her expression could not be seen clearly on her plain face, but the love and the faint resentment that she was not even aware of were deeply pressed into her heart.
Youth, to Kieran, is like oil paint floating on the water that disappears without a trace.
Those memories and those secrets made her walk difficult.
She trembles, she struggles, she compromises, she gives in, there is only a deadline.
In that quiet despair, Qin Ran often stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze, and even forgot to add progress to the Agatha Christie novel in his hand.
They always ask, what next?
Then, are Qin Ran and Ji Qian together? Or did they get together and then break up? Or never seen again?
She breathed softly. Whenever the story was gone, she would feel a little sad, wouldn't she?