When Wen Shuning was twenty-six years old, she met Song Chen, the boy she had a crush on in high school, again.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
Wen Shuning asked casually.
"I like you."
The sea breeze blew slowly by, carrying a hint of coolness. Song Chen raised his eyes and looked at her seriously. His ears were slightly red, maybe because he was tipsy.
Wen Shuning looked at him blankly, with moisture in the corners of her eyes. This sentence she had been looking forward to for a long time, now hearing it, seemed like she was in a dream.
Her heart suddenly ached, Wen Shuning gently stroked the hand on her shoulder and smiled slightly: "You drank too much."
Then he didn't look at him again and turned to leave.
At the age of sixteen, the boy she truly loved pushed her away.
At the age of twenty-six, facing his sincerity, she pushed him away mercilessly.
"Only if we have suffered the same injury can we be even." Her voice could not be softer.
The sea breeze blew over, blowing away her voice. She didn't know whether the words were meant for him or for herself.
She admitted that she was a little impulsive, but deliberately ignored the quietly awakening throbbing in her heart.
Intention: Be brave when facing the person you like