The paper airplane she threw down in her sophomore year of high school was returned to her by him a few years later. "You are quite interesting." "Does this mean you like me a lot?"
The city was full of apricot flowers, and he would always stand under the flowers and look at the girl. Then time seemed to freeze until she disappeared from her sight, and then he would imprint that image in his mind.
"Ah Chao, I hope you have nothing to worry about." "Idiot." He was waiting for the day when he would tell her his love.
"I seem to like you a little bit." He couldn't believe whether the girl in front of him was lying to him or if she was real.
He couldn't help but ask "Really?"
The girl pursed her lips, her ears and face turned red, as if she was thinking about it for a while.
"It seems to be more than a little bit." The girl raised her eyes and looked at him. He had waited for the day when he would tell her his love.
"Every year, next spring I hope you will reach out to me under the apricot blossoms, and I will run to you." "I can also reach out to you now."
Can you give me back a paper airplane?
Both are fine.
Intention: high school era