Dear Oliver,
It was obviously still very cold that afternoon, and the low-temperature sunlight passed through the wire mesh outside the classroom window unbridled, illuminating the blackboard. I have to admit that during those forty minutes I was distracted for the first time in a long time. The teacher struggled to write down line after line of calculation formulas with chalk, but all I knew was that you were dozing off again.
Dear Oliver,
I have always had a guess in my mind, and I was afraid that I was overthinking it... But I still have to ask this question:
Have you ever liked me?
Dear Oliver,
That day I opened my diary accidentally, and you kept asking me what the words on the title page meant.
"Rosie and Oliver, never apart."
I hurriedly covered it up, pretending not to care and said "it doesn't mean anything", but no one knew that my heart was beating like a drum.
You don't know that my English name is Rosie, and it's even less likely that you know that Oliver is your exclusive nickname here.
Letting you see this sentence was my greatest courage at that time.
These words were written in Chen Siyu's diary, except for herself
no one knows
Things go slowly and with the flow of water, only a dream comes to an end.
Letting go of the past and letting go of herself, Chen Siyu smiled, left behind all fame and fortune, and ran towards her own world.
"What are you afraid of? It's just nothing."
Intention: let go of the past and let go of yourself,