It's a pity that secret love is not a fire, but an invisible spark in the ashes
The story begins one autumn. Li Zhiyi had just transferred to this school at the age of 17. She just raised her head from her desk and saw the boy outside the window. The boy walked out of his sight with his homework in his hands. Seeing the boy's side face, she turned around and patted Jiang You and said, "There is such a thing in this school. Isn't it inappropriate for a handsome guy?"
The story ends with 29-year-old Li Zhiyi looking down at the wedding invitation in her hand, her eyes sore, thinking back to so many years, she smiled bitterly, and she didn't know where to start, whether it was that autumn or his profile. She went to the window and smoked a cigarette, watching the maple leaves falling from the trees. Looking back, it's another autumn.
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