"Yinyin, when you graduate from high school, I have something to tell you."
Xue Beiyin waited for Zhuang Xingqiao's words for six years, and then spent another six years digesting the content.
During the six years that Zhuang Xingqiao was in the United States, all he could think about was the person in China. He didn't know if she had grown taller or lost weight, or if there was anyone else around her.
But fortunately, it was still early enough for him to handle everything just right.
Intention: Simply write a short story