You Are Half of the Poem I Wrote

On the day Yu Zhao transferred to another school, Hu Manxuan chased the bus for three streets. She didn't know that he had two train tickets to Beijing in his pocket. Ten years later, at a class reunion, someone mentioned, "Yu Zhao seemed to have fought for you back then." Hu Manxuan smiled and shook her head: "He only wrote me one poem." She turned out the yellowed letter paper late at night, but there were small words on the back: "2014.6.5 The playground of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School will be waiting for you until dawn."