He Shuyuan never thought that she would reunite with He Lingyu ten years later. Not only that, the two even became roommates.
She once wrote down a sentence in her diary: Thirteen years, this is the thirteenth year that I have liked you.
In high school, He Lingyu once gave her a flower.
She tried everything she could to keep it.
On a quiet afternoon, He Shuyuan picked up the iron box where old things were stored, and she carefully opened the lid.
"You once gave me a flower."
He Lingyu crossed his arms and leaned aside, watching quietly: "I remember you didn't like that flower at that time?"
He Shuyuan was silent for two seconds, and then there seemed to be tears in her eyes. She shook her head lightly: "I like it."
In fact, that flower has long since rotted, but I can't bear to throw it away. I can't bear to throw it away like He Lingyu.
Instructions for use: [be]
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
