That day, the boy Yan Mu had been secretly in love with for a long time suddenly confessed to him. He pretended to be surprised on the surface, but he was quietly relieved in his heart - "Fortunately, the person he likes is also me."
No more pretending not to look away, no more hesitating to speak. Everything came just in time, like a late spring rain that finally wetted the long-awaited land.
They held hands, thinking that the story had just begun, but fate cruelly pressed the fast forward button.
Now Yan Mu was kneeling in front of the cold tombstone, his fingers tremblingly touching the familiar name. Rain mixed with tears hit the ground. He opened his mouth and choked out:
"Xie Chu, I'm sorry."
"Xie Chu, I miss you so much"
Intention: A real farewell often has no ceremony