The night wind was pretty chilly tonight. Dai Zhiqiang shivered while tightening his jacket. He hoped she remembered to dress warmly before coming here.
Although it had passed two hours since the time he wrote on the paper, Dai Zhiqiang was still patiently waiting in the park near the school.
Li Caiyi probably got delayed by some other thing and couldn't come immediately. He should have also written down his phone number so she could communicate with him. Alas, it was too late to regret.
The season changed rapidly. Dai Zhiqiang couldn't believe it was almost two years since he first met her.
Even now, if he closed his eyes, he could still vividly recall Li Caiyi's warm smile as he gave him a hand warmer. As if it was etched deeply in his mind.
Dai Zhiqiang wanted to see her as soon as possible.
He waited for another hour. Then another hour again.