Fu Ziyu has been thinking recently, what will be left in six years, probably only a vague figure. Maybe there is still the warmth that once gave her.
She never mentioned her first love to anyone, including Su Xiaomo. That first love that ended before it even began was her own secret.
Maybe she really just wanted to say thank you in person at the beginning, but as time went by, something was slowly fermenting, hidden in a corner of her heart, and even she herself found it incredible.
Six years later, in the summer, regret swept over me again.
She comforted herself that youth without regrets was incomplete, and let this regret disappear in the long river of time, just like before. But fate is always so unpredictable, maybe this is fate.
Intention: If I had been braver, would everything have been different?