That summer was hotter than any other year.
But she greedily hoped that the cicadas chirping outside the window would never dissipate and the scorching sun above her head would shine brightly.
"What a pity, Xie Mengshi, I can only watch you secretly for three years."
Many years later, she dug out a few pieces of yellowed letter paper from a dusty cardboard box. The obscure but sincere love finally fell to dust.
Concept: Youth always has regrets, but we must learn to let go