"Zhou Xiao, do you know what my favorite word is?" Yi Yi raised her head, her slightly curved lips revealing her emotions.
"What?" Zhou Xiao looked away from the computer and looked at the girl he had been thinking about for five years.
"Long time no see." The girl's voice contained a gentle chuckle, and tiny lights fell into their eyes...
"Thank you" was the first thing she said to Zhou Xiao, but it was also the last thing she said when she was a student. In the midsummer of that year, the cicadas were chirping as usual, but the weeping willows attracted special attention, as if they could sense the reluctance of the people under the trees. After so many years, I think about the ridiculous fate of each other, and look at each other with lowered eyes. I am glad that it is not too late.
Intention: I hope that everyone can become better on different paths and meet that person again in the future.