At that time, the English teacher always liked to "occupy" our class's morning recess.
It was that day that I met you, with your cold yet serious face, and I realized that I had fallen in love at first sight.
It was also from that time that my nerves seemed to be stuck to you. Whenever I saw or heard news about you, my hopeless nerves would dance accordingly, and I would smile like a fool.
This book is adapted from my true story. However, I have repeatedly wanted to tamper with our history, as long as it is no longer my fault but belongs to our beautiful campus era.
But after all, what I tampered with was just a book, and it couldn't satisfy my unreasonable request.
The deadline for me to meet you is one year. I only hope that in two more years, we will meet again.
I only hope that by then I will overcome myself and shout out: "I like you." That will be enough.
I still remember you as a young man, even though I haven't seen you for a long time. But your image is deeply imprinted in my mind, and I don't want to miss it. After all, he was the one who treated me tenderly over the years.
They say that secret love is bitter, but every time you see him, you will feel a sweet feeling from the bottom of your heart.
Secret love hides in the dark, not daring to speak out, not daring to disturb, and has many restrictions. May you and him or her in your heart have a happy ending.
Intention: to miss