This is a story that happened more than ten years ago.
Looking at the bright boy in front of him, Feng Zhuo firmly believed that they would always be together.
Until the boy no longer belongs to her, until he disappears from her life, she can still say "I will always like Zhou Yimu" just by relying on her memories.
But after the reunion, she ended it all by herself.
"I just feel like our story is so lame and long, like a cliche romance novel."
Goodbye, Zhou Yimu.
In that era when the Internet was not widely available, they exchanged hundreds of text messages. The ten-cent charge seemed to record their approach, but in fact it was a countdown to their separation.
Many years later, she discovered that the place she had spent half of her youth unable to reach was actually only eleven kilometers away.
First person
A short story of 2W words
Intention: How to say goodbye to Bai Yueguang.