So this time, we really have to say goodbye.
I have had a long dream in the past few days, dreaming about the first time we met, the first time we became class representatives, the first time we talked, the first time you smiled at me, the first time you made trouble with me, the first time you confessed, the first time you held my hand, the first time hugging and kissing. We met, got to know each other, fell in love, separated, reconciled, separated again, reconciled again, and after seven years of entanglement, we were still separated.
I always thought that no matter how much trouble I made or how you played, we would always be together. I thought we would make up no matter how long we were apart. I thought I was generous enough. I thought you would always look back for me. But everything was just what I thought.
When I was twenty-three years old, I pushed away my whole world with my own hands. Qin Zhitong, this time, I really won't wait for you.
(Third person perspective)
Concept: Love really can't stand the wait