When I turned my back to the sun, the sun warmed my back and the ends of my hair, but it could not warm my cold heart. My hands and feet felt like they had fallen into an ice cellar.
"I like you so much..."
The sun is bright.
The future is promising.
But the Yang behind is always the Yang behind. The warmth of the sun never belonged to him.
"... I'm afraid I won't like you one day."
The energetic and sunny boyish feeling is super hot outside and cold inside
——The boy I like has accompanied me through rain, snow, wind and frost, accompanied me through the long years, and accompanied me to see the spring grass and warm sunshine.
Then, he walked away.
Tips for the author's front row: ①The article is attacked and accepted
②A top student in liberal arts and sciences falls in love
③Please respect the personality when it comes to three views
④Gong only likes one!
⑤Bland in the front, sweet in the middle, sweet in the end
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Concept: Native family, emotional dependence