When I was 17 years old, I just entered high school.
The first time I entered high school, I remembered Lin Ting.
Lin Ting and I are very close.
Our surname is Lin, and our bed number and meal card number are both 5.
Lin Ting and I have no fate.
I like her, but she thinks I'm mentally ill.
I started to notice that my class was an odd number and hers was an even number.
There are barriers between us that can never be overcome.
When I was 17 years old, I confessed my love to Lin Ting for the first time.
At the age of 18, I confessed to Lin Ting for the second time.
When I was 19 years old, I thought of Lin Ting rejecting me and hating me countless times.
Maybe the story between us can only be.
But it doesn't matter. I still like you
Intention: There will be time to ride the wind and waves