The biggest regret is not that I never had it, but that I almost had it forever.
"She drew 126 pictures of Xie Lin, but she never dared to show him only page 7."
The profile of his face standing in the backlight of the corridor, the tense lines of his arms when playing ball, the shallow creases at the end of his eyes when he frowned. She drew a total of 126 drawings, but she never dared to hand over the sketchbook - because the "seventh page" was painted completely black, like her dark thoughts.
Xie Lin is the pride of the school, but she is just an isolated transfer student. He accidentally saved her from bullying, but he didn't know how many times she secretly wrote his name. But he didn't know when his eyes always followed the girl who bowed her head to draw. He would appear "just in time" when she was being bullied, would acquiesce to the handmade biscuits she secretly put in his drawer, and would tilt the umbrella to her side on rainy days.
[Xie Lin, I like you.
"But I'm sorry, I have to leave first."
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Five years later, what possessed her again were all her drawings about him.
Xie Lin found the sketchbook among her belongings - on the back of the seventh page, there was a new line of writing: "If I could do it over again, I would still like you first."
Intention: This time is a forever farewell