Su Ziyue couldn't remember how she spent those sad days, only that when she woke up again, it was already the next morning, and the bright sunlight illuminated the entire room through the thin window screen.

As usual, he habitually looked at the ceiling painted with Ling Yiyun's portrait, and habitually showed his first smile in the morning for him.

But the smile that rippled at the corner of his mouth suddenly froze, and slowly evolved into a bitter smile of self-deprecation and sadness.

It turns out that everything has changed, and things have long been different.

Some things can be forgotten quickly, but some will be remembered for the rest of your life.

From now on, get used to life without you and be stronger.

Su Ziyue thought so in her heart, why did there still be a warm and bitter liquid sliding down her eyes, and her heart still ached faintly.

After all, that ignorant feeling has been hidden in my heart for five whole years, and it may have taken root and sprouted, but it has withered before it has time to grow, and the only thing left is probably just that wisp of dark fragrance imprisoned in the bottom of my heart.

Today is the last day of the summer vacation, and tomorrow I will go to the school that I used to look forward to, but now I don't feel at all, and I feel repulsed.

Su Ziyue crouched on the desk in front of the window, bored looking at the passers-by, kittens, and wild dogs hurrying by on the path outside the courtyard.

The breath of summer is gradually fading away, and the sleepy ones only occasionally come out and scream.

But the weather was still relatively hot, and only occasionally there was a smell of tar mixed with the scorching sun.

Su Ziyue casually tore off a piece of paper full of English words, and folded the paper airplane with her slender and dexterous fingers.

When he was done, he put it to his mouth and blew it, and threw it out the window.

She folded her hands between her cheeks, her eyes looking along the trajectory of the paper airplane.

May you take my heart's desire to the sky and pass it on to him.

I saw that the paper airplane flew for a while, then hit a tree trunk straight away, and then fell to the ground.

Su Ziyue blinked in disappointment, sighed helplessly, then stood up and closed the curtains, and then fell headlong on the soft big bed...

It's just that Su Ziyue didn't know that the paper airplane was not trampled on by passers-by, only to see a tall young man slowly walk out from behind the huge tree trunk, bend down slightly, and his white and slender fingers picked up the paper airplane on the ground and disassembled it.

The golden sunlight pierced through the layers of leaves and cast dappled light and shadows on the boy's body, making his skin whiter and whiter.

I saw that the paper was full of "LYY", and the corners of the young man's good-looking mouth curved up slightly.

"Ling Yiyun!" Just listening to his leisurely voice, it is so good, charming, and comfortable.

I saw him throw the paper into the air casually, standing upright, looking at Su Ziyue's window with the curtain closed, a meaningful smile appeared in his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and the smile was evil and cold.

He turned away gracefully with his hands in his pockets, his amber hair fluttering in the breeze with a cool breeze.

He casually lifted the hair on his forehead, revealing cold and narrow phoenix eyes.

"Su Ziyue, do you know that I have always been behind you?"

I saw the young man looking up at the sky, a faint sadness flashing in his bright eyes, and then walked forward with graceful steps.

The piece of paper filled with Latin letters drifted away with the breeze and lonely, the unknown distance, and continued to explore the journey of his own life.