Jiang Xiangsi has been quietly pursuing a person's footsteps. The heartbeat of her youth began with a meeting under a ginkgo tree and ended in a distance that she could not catch up with despite all her efforts in her junior year.
At the party after her freshman year, some classmates she didn't know were curious about her name and asked her what her name was. She hesitated and didn't know how to explain it.
"Xiangsi, it's the 'xiang' of the 'West Wing'." A familiar voice came from behind. The boy who was the host on the stage just now was wearing a suit and had a tall figure. After he explained it to her, he smiled. On the side of his face was a dimple that she had secretly described in her mind many times.
Yu Qiaosheng spent the summer after graduating from high school in a small bookstore. There were a few clusters of white hibiscus flowers at the door of the bookstore, and there was an orange cat stretching on the counter. The owner's daughter was his classmate, but she never talked to him. Even if Yu Qiaosheng met her later in college, she would always avoid his eyes.
It has been a long time since then. In the autumn afternoon, the old street was covered with shadows cast by ginkgo branches. Jiang Xiangsi stood in front of the counter with freshly brewed tea in hand. He suddenly thought that this would be his life. Suddenly the doorbell rang softly, "Boss, do you sell the hibiscus at the door?"
My dear, the autumn sun is soft at this time, and I only regret why I couldn't be with you earlier.
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Two-way secret love, secret love comes true.
Purpose: live a good life
