Jiang Yuan was born in summer, and later the season she hated most was also summer.
In my memory, too many things happened in the summer when I was seventeen. The lipstick was smeared and the letters were scattered on the floor. Every letter in my sight started with the same two words, "To Y."
I left in such a hurry that I didn't have time to say goodbye to anyone, including A-Yuan.
Everything familiar in the rearview mirror kept shrinking and blurring, until it completely disappeared, and I suddenly realized
——It turns out that not saying goodbye is also a farewell forever.
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To Y:
Long time no see.
I can't even remember what you look like. Fortunately, I drew every scene about you in my memory before that. Don't worry, I hid them in a place that no one knows, and no one will find them. At night, after everyone has fallen asleep, I will secretly take it out and copy each one carefully under the moonlight, as if you are still with me. This is enough.
Y, forget me.
Intention: Remember Y?