That year, I was bullied and hid in the corner, afraid to speak out. It was you who held the begonia flower. Later, we wanted to meet again. It was in high school. I was a transfer student. I didn't know it was you at first. Then we met at a picnic held in high school. I also liked you, but our families didn't match up and we still didn't get together. After graduating from high school, we never contacted each other again. I studied abroad and you were already the president when I came back. I also established a company, side by side with you...
Intention: Sweet! ! ! No knife