Yin Haochen held the love letter in his hand, and his slender fingertips first smoothed the folds of the letter, and then clenched it again.

The moment he turned around and chased him out just now, he tore up the love letter in front of everyone.

Time was of the essence, and he hadn't had time to read it in detail.

And now, he looked down at the clumsy but serious words on it, and the light in his eyes gradually became dim.

- I've liked you for three years.

- Maybe you haven't noticed at all, there is a person who has been silently watching you behind you.

- But a smile from your inadvertently can make me happy for days.

Every time he read a word, Yin Haochen's heart hurt even more, and his breathing also hurt.

In fact, before this, he could vaguely feel that every time she saw him, her big eyes were shining, and she should have a certain degree of affection for herself.

But when he saw her record her feelings about liking him in writing, the shock was always greater than he imagined.

He didn't expect that she had liked him for so long.

For those long three years, he didn't pay attention to her at all, and she had been silently liking him.

Lin Xiyue ...... You ......" He took a deep breath, calmed his fluctuating emotions, looked at her somewhat thin back in the wind, and said slowly, "That love letter, is it real?" ”

Are you really, so attentive, so humble, so serious that you like me?

Hearing this question, Lin Xiyue's back stiffened suddenly, and the teeth that bit her lower lip unconsciously forced, almost biting blood.

The wind on the rooftop was very strong, and countless memories of the past, secret loves, were messily scattered in the wind.

I don't know how long it took, she slowly turned around in the wind, as if looking at him through countless memories: "Yes, I used to ...... The kind of ...... that I liked you, liked and liked very much."

Her pale face, which looked bloodless in the bleak daylight, was so calm that it seemed as if it would never make any waves again.

She had fantasized about countless scenes of confession to him.

Maybe it's a sunny spring, maybe it's a sunny summer, maybe it's a sunset autumn......

But she never thought that she would tell him in such a cold and damp winter that she had buried her feelings deep in her heart for many years.

And Yin Haochen's heart, which had been aching faintly, throbbed violently at that moment.

"Ever ......?" He muttered to himself what she had said, his thin dry lips trembling slightly.

That is, does she no longer like him?

Isn't it too late for everything......

When she liked him so much, he didn't cherish it well, and even struggled and hesitated between his studies and her......

And after the struggle, when he realized that she was so important to him, she had given up liking him.

"yes, those things are in the past for me." Lin Xiyue pulled out a smile with difficulty, bravely met his gaze, and said the sentence that she had been determined to repeat in her heart for the past few days, in front of him, "Yin Haochen, goodbye." ”

With that, she walked in the direction of the glass door without looking back.

Yin Haochen kept watching her figure disappear, her pale lips moved, her Adam's apple rolled a few times, and a sour feeling spread from her throat.

He missed out on a genuine affection.

Can it be caught up now?