Gu Yusheng's memories had come back to him. The image of Qin Zhi'ai in her school uniform was gradually becoming clearer in his head. Back then, they were both young. Qin Zhi'ai looked so innocent in his memory.
Qin Zhi'ai was laughing so hard and looking carefree as she played computer games at the internet cafe.
Qin Zhi'ai was so beautiful sitting in the classroom on a sunny afternoon, reading a novel as she thoroughly enjoyed chewing her gum.
Qin Zhi'ai's face turned red when she couldn't figure out how to talk back to me.
Qin Zhi'ai, squatting in the heavy rain with two movie tickets, was crying so hard that she couldn't catch her breath.
So, he was so close to a girl that he could pull her into his arms and become part of her life if he had only reached his hand out. But he hadn't reached his hand out and had pushed her away instead.