"Jasmine, is that you?"
With trembling hands, Lin Rufeng typed these words with difficulty and sent them out.
Full of surprise, regret, and self-blame, he flipped through the chat history with this 'SpongeBob SquarePants'.
She knows she doesn't like green peppers, she knows she likes silver, and she knows she doesn't like birthdays.
She knew so many of his secrets, but he didn't realize that she was his old friend, or even the girl he lost when he was a boy.
Xia Yimo looked at the other party's familiar "Jasmine" and couldn't stop crying.
After seven years, she finally waited.
She was extremely lucky. Fortunately, she chased from Jiangcheng to Qingshi without hesitation to find the answer.
Fortunately, I switched to the psychology major and persisted in sending text messages to Lin Rufeng, who was stuck in the quagmire, for two years.
Fortunately, Lin Rufeng did not treat the message as spam.
Fortunately, Lin Rufeng still remembers her.
"Brother Feng."
"Moli, I'm sorry, I'm late again. Are you still willing to see me?"
"Look back!"
Intention: If you decide to be brilliant, there will be no mountains to cover you and no sea to stop you.