I liked Zheng Qiming, but I only liked him that much, just enough for me to stand where I was. If Zheng Qiming didn't move forward, we would always maintain that distance. Even if there were occasional ambiguous moments, it would only be a fleeting realization. Just like when I was sixteen, a group of us were singing on the rooftop, and beautiful fireworks suddenly exploded in the distance. Zheng Qiming grabbed my hand. We held hands briefly on the rooftop with only the light of the mobile phone, but the moment the fireworks disappeared, he let go of his hand; my heartbeat was still fast, but he had returned to normal, hugging another classmate and continued singing the song just now.
First person
Intention: relieved