In the park, Zier and I were walking,
"Do you like me?" It was just an ordinary moment, and I suddenly asked this question that had been buried in my heart.
The person next to me was silent, and I, who was already unsure, didn't dare to look at his expression now.
Afraid of being sentimental, I hurriedly found my place and pretended to be relaxed,
"If you don't like me, then I'll have to like someone else."
I was talking to myself, feeling a little uncomfortable after all. The soles of my feet seemed to be greased, and I walked faster and faster.
Suddenly a pair of strong hands pressed on my shoulders and turned me around to face him.
I looked up at him in surprise, at a loss as to what this guy was doing.
"What you said just now, does it mean you like me?" Zier's eyes seemed to be filled with starlight when he said these words, and his eyes were full of hope, so hot that I couldn't look straight into them.
I stretched out my hand to push his arm away, but found that I couldn't push it away. It seemed that as long as I didn't answer, he would continue to be in a stalemate with me.
What is this! I complained in my heart,
"I don't know!"
"What do you mean you don't know!" His tone was unusually anxious.
My temper suddenly rose, "I don't know, even if no one is chasing me, I can still..."
But the words are not finished yet...
Intention: There is no youth full of friends, but there is always someone standing behind you, not for anything else but just for you.