He had never been brave enough to say what he wanted to say. But now, the phone rang, and the name that was beating on the phone was another girl's name. Gao Rui already had a new life of his own, and those unsaid words could no longer be said.
Jiang Miaomiao finally understood that her unrequited love never had a chance to begin, but it had ended long ago.
After the wedding was over, Tongcheng No. 1 Middle School returned to peace. The wind picked up, and the door of the experimental class classroom was blown open by the wind. The white curtains were blown high by the wind, and then fell down. On the blackboard were the words left by Jiang Miaomiao who was attending the wedding.
That was a confession and farewell that Gao Rui would never see, and Jiang Miaomiao never had time to say.
Gao Rui, I like you.
------- Jiang Miaomiao in 2010.
Intention: Love is a practice of self-growth.