The girl of mine is cold in front of others, but always does things like secretly screwing with people; every time she makes me angry, she just buys a lot of food to make people laugh; she loves to walk off the podium, but she never dares to come next to me, and she blushes and can't help but laugh whenever she looks at me. I like her, she is a teacher and my sister. I miss her covering me up with the quilt when she goes to bed at night; I miss me throwing little notes to her when she is in class, hiding her panic when she bends down to pick them up, and then uses her eyes to signal me to listen carefully to the class. What I like is that she is different in front of me. I really, really can't forget her...
Intent: Maybe love with a happy ending only exists in our articles