In the midsummer of that year, the cicadas chirped outside the window, and the hot wind blew the girl's girlish thoughts. With unknown emotions, she wrote a letter and buried it under the sycamore tree where she met the boy. Looking back, the boy was standing there chatting with his brothers. The scorching sun cast dappled light and shadow on the boy's body through the dense green leaves. For a moment, the girl's heartbeat was hidden in the midsummer wind.
After the girl left, the boy quietly dug the letter out of the soil.
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"Farewell, classmate Lin seems to be interested in you."
"I don't like her, don't talk nonsense."
After hearing this, Lin Zhengxi crumpled the letter in her hand and walked away lightly. Chen Wei had noticed her a long time ago, but when he saw her leaving, he was a little panicked, with an imperceptible loss in his eyes. Strange, he obviously doesn't like her.
Intention: Secret love