"See you tomorrow." This was what He Jian said most to Xu Yiman.
In the memory, the young man's back was facing the dim light, and the halo fell on the young man. He lowered his head and rubbed Xu Yiman's head, slightly curling his lips, and always said: "Sister, what should I do if I don't want to leave."
Xu Yiman's thoughts were pulled back. It had been a long time since she broke up with He Jian, and the boy's reddish eyes lingered in her mind.
Later, she learned from her friends that He Jian had gone abroad, inherited the family business, and was prosperous.
Xu Yiman sometimes despises herself. She was clearly the one who pushed He Jian away, and now she is the one who can't get out.
After that, she restrained herself from asking about He Jian.
I feel like a coward.
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Xu Yiman never thought that hearing news about He Jian again would be news of his death.
There was a buzzing sound in her ears, her mind went blank, and she felt a little breathless.
The dazzling young man in my memory died of cancer.
She looked at He's mother whose eyes were swollen from crying, and hugged her gently. Tears fell down her cheeks and wet her clothes.
He's mother handed her a small box and said it was given to her by He Jian.
Inside is a letter, the content of which is only a few lines of words.
"Sister, I still can't forget you."
"I didn't dare to send a message, so I had to write a letter to express that I miss you."
Xu Yiman didn't know what she was feeling that day, but she only knew that her eyes hurt from crying.
Every time I dream, a boy appears, and I regret breaking up with him.
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Perhaps God saw her regret, Xu Yiman went back to her sophomore year in high school, and returned to the place where He Jian met.
Congratulations.
How about I approach you this time?
Intention: Let's meet in the hot summer
