*I would like to dedicate this article to my ten years of secret love.
"Secret love is a bruise from my girlhood that never goes away. Maybe one day its color will melt into my skin, but I know that it will always be there and never healed."
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"I will forget you on a certain typhoon day."
On the day when she first met Chen Zhuo, Nanjiang City issued a rainstorm warning. Fu Ning was caught under the eaves of the street by the heavy downpour, and she was caught off guard and met her eyes.
It was a joke that was remembered for four or five years.
The nosebleeds fell in the same shape as raindrops. They fell on the white skirt, looking so embarrassed.
The shop owner's wife pointed at her and laughed, saying that little Fu Ning had reached puberty and would be too excited to see a handsome boy.
Fu Ning turned around in a hurry and hurriedly took out a tissue, forgetting that the skirt she wore today had no pockets at all.
"Here you go, don't look up."
The rain was pouring heavily, and Chen Zhuo's voice was smiling.
For several years in the future, Fu Ning was thinking about a question:
Why did you wear a white skirt that day?
The water splashed on the ground left dark spots on the corners of the skirt.
A brown nosebleed mark that could not be completely washed away after rubbing it several times.
Each one is like the traces Chen Zhuo left in her life.
It's not deep-rooted or unforgettable, but it exists quietly.
Maybe as time goes by, she will throw away that outdated white skirt.
Maybe on a certain typhoon day, when the thunderstorm reminds her, she will think of those eyes that she has not dreamed about for a long time.
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Fu Ning, you have liked him for many years, but he doesn't even remember you.
But Fu Ning, if we go back to that rainy day again, you will still say I am willing.
*First person of the text
Concept: Love is profound because of pain.
