The next winter, Chen Lian got his wish and received a snowfall.
She was so cold that she rubbed her hands and looked at the tree covered with snow outside the gate of his school. I thought to myself, it doesn't matter whether it snows or not, the future can only be my own, and I must love myself first.
He Jingyu said at the time that he had thought about their future, but he was too stupid to think about it and could only blame himself.
So be it.
Chen Lian collected the letter he wrote to her, folded it and put it into his pocket according to the original folds, arranged the scarf, and headed back in the heavy snow. There was only a series of footprints left on the snow, only the way he came, but no trace of the way he left.
He Jingyu, I will never forget you. It doesn't matter whether you remember me or not.
Purpose: I hope everyone can get out of regrets
