Yi Zhen's handsome profile. I couldn't help but stare.
More than ten years. In my heart, nothing has changed except that he has grown taller, the bridge of his nose has become higher, and sparse stubble has appeared near his mouth.
Just like that afternoon when we first met.
At that time, he was just a junior high school student wearing a sloppy T-shirt.
And now he.
Wearing a clean light blue shirt and carrying a black leather briefcase.
I looked at him intoxicated.
Thinking that his briefcase must still contain my favorite seven-color candies.
If there hadn't been this ten-year gap
Are we different today?
I am still anxiously waiting for the appearance of my evening dress mask in the familiar music.