The boy who has been secretly in love for eight years asked Xu Li, "Do you still like the person you wrote in your diary?"
She raised her head slightly to look at the secretly unhappy expression on the person opposite her.
"I like it, always like it."
Xia Shi tightened his hands, his displeasure clearly visible on his face.
"Who is it?"
"Want to know?"
Xu Li reached for his palm, and with each stroke, all the answers he wanted to know were revealed.
With bright eyes and a bright smile, she said to the man solemnly, "It's you."
"Concerning love, I have imagined many beginnings and endings. Either they will live happily ever after and stay together forever; or they will forget each other and be fine."
"But... Xia Shi, you know, I'm very lucky. Fortunately, it was you in the beginning, and it's also you in the end."
Purpose: I wish we were both young when we first met and not old when we met.