When I was in middle school, I had the impression that my classmates were always cold to me.
I pressed forward step by step and pursued him, while he silently drew one boundary after another between us.
It seemed a bit close in high school. My biggest goal was to make my classmates smile at me when they were talking about the topic.
Then when we went to college, we went to two southern cities that love rain the most.
His cold treatment was successful and I deleted his number.
But it didn't seem to be the case. He later told me:
He secretly took a car to see me at 5:18.