The memories since her junior year suddenly seemed to have opened and flooded in. Maybe she had suppressed them too much in normal times. Tang Xiaoqi felt that her head could not hold the raging tide of memories like a beast. She pulled her suitcase and ran away in a hurry, as if being chased by a surging wave. Various voices were mixed in her mind. She didn't know if she was shaking her head vigorously, and she didn't have the mind to think about whether she was crazy, stupid, or ridiculous in the eyes of others. The only thing I can do is to keep shouting in my head, Lin Yu, even if you can't hear it, I still want to say, you are wrong! Wrong! In this way, Tang Xiaoqi pulled her suitcase and left the undergraduate school and D city where she had lived for four years in a very crazy manner, and boarded the train home.
Intention: youth, ideal, love