Xing Xing met Jiang Cheng in her sophomore year of high school, and Jiang Cheng was one year younger than her.
"Jiang Cheng, let me beg you..." The corners of her eyes were slightly red, "Can you tell the truth for once?" She was obviously asking for help and wanted to cry, but she still looked at her directly, without evading her eyes at all.
Xing Xing heard him say: "Xinxin... I can't help it, I really can't help it."
It's winter now, and the two of them are standing under the sycamore tree. Memories of the familiar streets suddenly come to mind.
She walked up to the man. Reaching out to cover his eyes, Jiang Cheng felt the cold kiss on his lips and her tears. He didn't dare to hug her.
[Xinxin, I'm sorry.
The girl put down her hand and said with a smile: "Jiang Cheng, goodbye."
Jiang Cheng looked at Xing Xing's back
Xing Xing couldn't see Jiang Cheng's red eyes
Jiang Cheng, I will wait for you
Jiang Cheng, I'm so scared
Jiang Cheng, I love you
—Xinxin, I was wrong.
Intention: Look forward