On November 8th, Xu Ji will always remember that in the narrow alley, the young man came against the light and pulled her up in the darkness. From the moment she put her hand on his arm, she knew,
She fell.
When Xu Ji recalled it, the invitation on the pillow collided with the memory deep in his mind.
Tears wet the pillow,
"The person I like is marrying someone else."
On the street where they met again, the friendship that had been sealed for many years surged out like a flood.
"He liked me once, just once."
"Dear young man, happy wedding."
"We were too timid back then."
"It's a pity."
Purpose: This article is considered a semi-redemptive series, but please take reality as the standard
