For Chen Zhi, the three years of high school were a time of hard work and writing for every student in the class. It's the old "squeaking" fan above the head in the classroom. It's the endless chirping of cicadas outside the window. It's the bangs on my forehead that I can't do anything about. As well as her in the first row and him in the last row.
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About secret love, many years later
Because she remembers him, he is her old classmate
If he doesn't remember her, then she is a stranger to him.
Intention: None
