Fifteen-year-old Li Chengqing handed me a black umbrella with a smile. The pleasant scent of shower gel emanated from the cuffs of his shirt, but I lowered my head and saw only his slender white knuckles.
When it rains, will you still think of me?
"There are all kinds of people in this world. We happened to be separated. It's not because we are destined to be together, but because we are supposed to be strangers."
Regret?
I have been secretly in love for so many years, but in the end I didn't even say "I like you" to him in person. I just said through the Internet that I would no longer contact him.
Purpose: To generate electricity for love
