"If it's too late, can you say goodbye properly?" I looked at his blurry figure in youth and felt a little sad.
I dreamed about him again at night, and my appearance was a little blurry. People say that the person you dream about is actually forgetting yourself. If you dream about it three times, your fate is over.
"Come downstairs!" Lu Ran's cold tone on the phone actually ignited my thoughts in an instant. I hurriedly ran downstairs and saw his face illuminated by the lights at night, as if he was the moon, and all the stars unconsciously moved closer to him. I said, "Lu Ran, you seem to be able to shine." He said nothing and motioned for me to sit on the little sheep. To this day, I still remember the wind picking up the corners of his clothes that day, and the warmth of his clothes through his clothes when my hands were wrapped around them.
"There's something I've always wanted to tell you, but it's really too long. Let me cut the story short, I've liked you for a long time." I held his arm, looked at the people walking out of the cinema, and whispered a secret that only he didn't know in a low voice.
"Me too." The screen of the phone suddenly lit up in the middle of the night, like starlight.
Why does this happen?
If I were more thorough,
Would we be different?
Concept: Everyone's first love is actually beautiful and full of regrets. You are, I am, and so is Yang Qing.