Fourteen years ago in early autumn, the cicadas continued to sing. Song Xiyue stood at the door of the classroom holding her schoolbag strap, her eyes passing over the unfamiliar faces, and finally stopped on the girl by the window - Xie Jiayan was flipping through a new textbook with his head down, ignoring the noise around him.
In high school, they reunited in adjacent classes. The corridor during the lunch break was empty and quiet. Xie Jiayan passed by her. His eyes behind the lenses paused for a moment, but he just nodded slightly without stopping. Song Xiyue looked at her back until she disappeared around the corner.
Later, they became inseparable friends. Song Xiyue found that she liked getting to know Jiayan.
But seven years ago, they still got separated. Song Xiyue can't remember the specific reason. She only remembers Xie Jiayan's last words: "I am not a good friend."
Today, seven years later, Song Xiyue returned to her alma mater to teach after graduation, and Xie Jiayan stood on the podium as an outstanding alumnus. When the performance was over, she met her at the corner of the backstage, nodded politely, and turned to leave. But his wrist was suddenly gently held——
"Long time no see." Xie Jiayan's voice was very soft, but he stubbornly refused to let go.
Song Xiyue was stunned. The temperature of that hand was strange and familiar at the same time.
Purpose: Live seriously