In Lin Que's memory, the sixteen-year-old self, besides being unable to untangle family relationships and unable to finish drinking, was the only one left.
That name was written all over her diary, but he had a good family background and good grades. It was impossible for Lin Que to dream of such a perfect person.
Chen Xian had seen a girl like that in the cafeteria. She had pink hair and tattoos. She seemed to be infected with all the bad habits, but also seemed to have beauty that no girl could touch.
He had remembered her silently for four years, but he didn't know that for the past ten years, she had been relying on that blurry class photo to help him fall asleep every night.
"Lin Qui, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The girl didn't respond, she just raised her head and kissed the boy devoutly, her long pink hair entangled with his fingers, and the boy just leaned forward to deepen this strange but extremely familiar kiss.
In that summer when there was nothing bad except the heat, the biggest good thing was meeting you again in the cafeteria.
Intention: write this book about my heartfelt feelings