"For me, the person who has loved you deeply for many years, the words you said are so heartless. Even for someone who doesn't like you, these words are as sharp as a sharp knife. I can't understand it, but I really want to cry. Those things, I can never completely forget, although I always pretend not to care, just because I am afraid. If I care, will I lose you? I am afraid of losing you, just pretending not to care, pretending not to matter, but whenever I miss you very much, those things are like It ripped open my heart and pierced my body. It was so painful. Every time I think of those things, I feel so painful that I really want to cry. You are the last person I will go forward with courage. Maybe it's because I'll never have the same heartbeat as you. I will feel ridiculous if I fall in love with you, but I will never regret it. I have spent all my luck meeting you, so how can I expect you to think that meeting me is a blessing? I wish you peace every year, even if fate separates us forever."
Song Zihe:
"Xiaoyi is my favorite student."
"We even have the same characters in our names. Xiaoyi and I are so destined."
"I will always look after Xiaoyi."
"How old are you..."
"Jiang Heyi, from now on we only have a teacher-student relationship."
"Jiang Heyi, apologize to her."
"She is a child in our class, so of course I am attracted to her. Who do you think you are?"
Jiang Heyi:
"Zihe, I like you."
"I don't care, I'm a kid, I'm just a kid."
"Zihe, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Zihe, don't leave me, I love you."
"Song Zihe, don't hate me, please, don't hate me..."
"Song Zihe, wait, wait, I don't love you anymore, please don't leave me, don't hate me, okay..."
"Song Zihe... Look at me, I'm not dirty. I'm really, sorry, really sorry..."
The fragments of happiness were like bubbles. Jiang Heyi couldn't catch them, so she didn't want to catch them anymore. But she couldn't let go, because Song Zihe fell in love impulsively, but she stubbornly loved Song Zihe all her life.
Scenes from the past flashed through his mind. Jiang Heyi closed his eyes and didn't think about anything. He just felt it was a pity that he hadn't looked at Song Zihe again.
Song Zihe had been waiting for ten years, and she was not impatient at all. She just wanted to wait for her to wake up and make up for the mistakes she had made.
Intention: By mistake, fate plays a trick on people.