Waiting Is the Forgotten Corner

I received that E-mail in the afternoon when the sun was shining in our small dormitory. I stayed up late playing online games and was lying on my small shabby bed to catch up on my sleep. "Ding" The computer on standby on the table made the sound of receiving an email. I rolled around on the bed, and finally reason defeated my desire. Reluctantly, I got up and turned on my computer to read emails. The moment I saw the email, I stood in front of the table blankly, completely sleepless. There was only one photo in the email, and the background of the photo was the famous Lover's Square in City C. The boy in the photo, the boy I once deeply loved, was holding hands with another girl, smiling like a picture. Conception: