[I hope I can finish writing the story of the out-of-season cherry seed in one spring]
On September 7, Xu Di's cell phone rang with the sound of an alarm clock, which was written five days ago today.
Xu Di tossed and turned night after night, with that boy's face in his mind.
……
Those frames of images, like a revolving lantern, sting the nerves that have been dormant for a long time.
But, Zhou Qian, I can't like you anymore.
……
Cherries planted in the wrong season will be short-lived and prone to bitterness. It is the seal of my memory and his.
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In the five years that I have loved you, even those who are lovesick know that I love you, but you are the only one who doesn't know
——If you forget
I hid it in my "moonlight treasure box" again. Only the moon of that year can open it.
Intention: secret love
