A plain story, a half-truth. A determination not to hit the wall and never look back, a farewell without farewell.
I like your clean and clear smile, your look back in the sunshine, your occasional shy blush, your secretly bad temper, and myself who keeps running around you and working hard to move forward.
"Do you like Z?"
"Haha, yes."
"He likes you too!"
"Really?!!"
Really? Z.
Mission: Seize the opportunity and leave no regrets