"Xu Jia never told Cheng Zhi'an that in her dream, she looked at him for a long time, and it seemed that she finally said she liked him."
One rainy day in her senior year of high school, Xu Jia had a dream.
The old ceiling fan was still on in the classroom in the dream, and the wind blew Cheng Zhuan's drooping forehead while writing. He sat by the window, as before. The sunlight passed through the glass and fell on his eyelashes, like gold powder swaying lightly. She was actually fascinated by it.
Cheng Zhuan raised his head, smiled at her, and said nothing.
At that moment, she suddenly understood - this was the moment she had been waiting for. There was no confession, no vows, just them looking at each other wordlessly for a long, long time.
When I woke up, the rain had not stopped and the sky outside the window was gray.
And he has been separated in reality for many years.
Intention: Regret, miss