Three years of high school, passing in the blink of an eye, swiftly like flowing water.
Often, when farewells are imminent, everything is so rushed that it leaves people at a loss.
Tonight's gathering and parting, who knows when and in what year we will meet again!
The unremarkable entanglement between Chu Xiaotang and Mo Junhe over three years is a reflection of similar experiences of other classmates present.
Overflowing with too many memories and reluctance.
"I just said it casually, hoping he would have some ambition. After all, we've been classmates, and there will be plenty of opportunities to meet in the future..."
In the private room, the atmosphere was heavy. Chu Xiaotang saw everyone looking uninterested, she sighed inwardly and soon smiled brightly, raising her head to speak.
But everyone looked at each other, once again falling into silence.
Some female classmates' eyes began to turn a bit red.
Three years of campus life as classmates.
