This wasn't the first time she'd met him again. Whenever I meet someone who is embarrassed, it seems that I am the only one who is embarrassed, and that person will only smile and be gentle.
"Hi, Huaji. Hello."
She always smiled stiffly and silently. Hello was used when they met again.
She felt uneasy about being exposed. Trying to hide it only made her feel more uncomfortable, and she eventually left.
I was late for that class reunion, sitting alone in a corner, waiting until everyone had left, waiting until the lights went out, and the store was closed. My phone was still stuck on the chat interface where WeChat had not sent any messages, and there was a message quietly lying in the input box.
"Sorry." Exit and it becomes a draft.
Walking down the street late in the morning and still looking forward to the next party.
Intention: Wo wants to fall in love, so write a text to comfort Wo.