"You are all in my peripheral vision." - Yu Guangzhong
Yang Zixin liked this sentence very much when she was a student. She copied this romance on a withered yellow maple leaf and put it in her photo album tied with a pink bow.
Just like her girlish thoughts, romantic and shy.
He was the bright moonlight in the sky, who had the honor to shine on her.
She caught a glimpse of it once and never let it go again.
But, he never knew.
Until today, thirteen years later, she met him again.
The stars hold the moon, attracting bees and butterflies.
He was still a light beyond her reach.
She looked at it from a distance and suddenly remembered a lot of the past.
After a long time, he bent his waist, hid in the dust, held her hand tightly, his eyes were red, and asked her in a dumb voice, "Why can't you look at me?"
She looked into his dark pupils, and her figure finally appeared there.
She thought silently.
I've seen you thousands of times.
In countless peripheral visions that you didn't notice.
Intention: Reunion after a long absence