No Need to Know Who I Am

Sour Secret Love/be/Dual Perspectives (First Female Protagonist, Second Male Protagonist) Yu Bai's definition of love is ——Chen Meili To this day, Yu Bai still doesn't understand when he started to like Chen Siwu, nor why he has liked him for so many years. It was as if Yu Bai had been waiting his whole life, waiting for him to get to know her again, waiting for her to really let go of him. On the day Chen Siwu proposed, Yu Bai liked his WeChat Moments for the first time. Yu Bai is a qualified audience. She witnessed the ending of a perfect story. And he never had to know who she was. Many years later, Chen Siwu got a diary that did not belong to him, but had his name written all over it. The owner of the diary is named Yu Bai. In the already yellowed paper and the girl's beautiful handwriting, he gradually recalled those days when he was young. Yu Bai said he never had to know who she was. But Chen Siwu wanted to tell her that the story was not like this. He remembered her, knew her, and liked her. It's just these that she will never hear again. ——Advance collection of the secret love article "Unread Messages"—— When he graduated from high school, Lu Wei sent Gu Xichang a text message before he went abroad: "Have a safe journey and a bright future." But Gu Xichang lost his cell phone. After Gu Xichang had applied for a new mobile phone card, he received countless text messages as soon as he turned on his phone, and Lu Wei was one of them. Gu Xichang will always be blessed, just as he will always be loved by many people. There were too many messages, so Gu Xichang read them all with one click, and Lu Wei's message naturally became one of the many read and unread messages. . When they met again many years later, Gu Xichang stopped his car on the side of the road and called back to her: Luwei, do you want to go together? Lu Wei suddenly remembered what she had written in her diary in the summer when she was seventeen: Gu Xichang, please look back at me too. When it snows next year, I will forget you. But the snow falls year after year, and I still like you very much. Intention: Your presence is the greatest meaning of our meeting.