Chapter7
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I remembered.
In high school, I actually secretly wrote notes to Henny.
High school Henny was very excellent.
But in this school, there were still many people who looked down on his origin.
Just because he was a illegitimate child.
No matter how excellent the achievements, they couldn't cover this point.
They tore his homework.
Soiled his clothes.
Watching his face turn cold, and then pretended to apologize as if nothing had happened.
At that time, the most I did was to write some comforting notes.
"Hold on! Young man!"
"As long as you get through the dark, you can shine!"
The young man went to his own light.
But he didn't recognize who was silently encouraging him at the time.
Until I saw the familiar handwriting on the postcard.
Hearing this familiar story again, I just felt a bit funny.
I tried to divert my thoughts, "Director, change this character."
In Henny's lowered gaze, the director nodded repeatedly, "Change!"
I raised my steps and left the set.
A figure has been following me.
The sunset is all over the sky, and the orange ink paints a few lines, which is particularly beautiful.
I finally stopped. "So, you know that I was the one who wrote those notes?"
Henny's say, "Yes."
"At the beginning of the university, I met Salinla, and I mistakenly thought she was the one who encouraged me in secret."
"Later, we went through some things and separated completely."
"After going around, I was with you."
Fate seems to be deliberately making fun of people.
I was with the young man I had a crush on for seven years.
But because of the three years of indifference, I let go of this liking.
I smiled, "How can a person like another person because of some notes?"
Henny's eyes flashed a trace of pain, and his hand holding my wrist trembled slightly, "Yes, how can they?"
"But even without the notes, I think I like you."
"The person who massaged for me in the morning to relieve back pain."
"The person who waited for me to come home in the dark."
"It's that I didn't see my own heart and wasted time."
"Elsa, can we start over?" Henny's dark eyes were full of hope.
The sunset reflected in his eyes, and the breeze was gentle.
His voice seemed to be stuck in his throat.
I tried several times, but I couldn't make a sound.
In the end, I shook my head gently.
Even if I had taken ninety-nine steps before.
But I really don't want to take this last step.
"If you still remember the old feelings, just let each other be well."
I walked out against the setting sun.
A light voice came from behind. "Elsa..."
"I regret getting divorced."
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