"How long do you think love can last?" The few words in the dialog box on the mobile phone screen made Qingqing fall into memories. How long? Counting on my fingers, it must have been twenty years since I was in junior high school until now when I liked that person. I still remember the first time he appeared in my mind... "Bingcube, are you still here? What are you thinking about? I'm just asking casually, don't take it too seriously." "No, I'm just doing a math problem..." Then the figure vaguely appeared in front of my eyes: 1.8 Meters tall, 138cm in weight, fair face, eyes as bright as stars, a tall nose, and the figure from behind that stood up for my classmates... Put together to form an image that has been indelible in my mind for twenty years.
Intention: A secret love that spans from school age to middle age, and it takes twenty years to protect the original pure love, and finally the answer is found in those three words...