Many years later, a new student in No. 1 Middle School looked at a notebook sitting on a dusty bookshelf.
The branches were bent by the wind, and the book was blown to the last page.
There were two different handwritings on it, one was so old that it was almost hard to see clearly, and the other seemed to have been written in the past few months.
16.6.10
I don't regret it. I have liked him for so many years, but I can't seem to hold on anymore. I really want to ask him, what about you, have you ever liked me?
The sentence below this paragraph only has a few words, written quickly and very sloppily——
"I liked it"
But Jiang Yangqing didn't know anything. She didn't know that the boy had been looking at her during class, and she didn't know that the sun that was once so far away from her only belonged to her for a moment.
Intention: Once upon a time, there was someone who loved you for a long time
