I will always remember that afternoon, catkins fluttering under the bright sun like snow in the hot summer, the boy stood on the basketball court and locked eyes with me. That was a rare bright moment in my long and boring life.
I picked up my cup and went to the water room, I gave him one last look when I reached the front door and then walked out without looking back…
It’s the fourth time, the fourth time to meet his eyes. But I still didn’t say anything, I tightened my grip on the glass and entered the water room.
When I came back, the seniors had already left. It seemed they had a class reunion. I couldn’t explain why my heart felt empty.
“Jing Wei,” a girl who had a good relationship with me came over, “I noted down the contact information of all senior brothers and sisters, do you want them?”
I am very envious of her outgoing nature; I would never dare to ask someone for their contact information.
“Me? Forget it…” I hesitated, but still refused.
Maybe I was too good at pretending. In the eyes of others, not only am I good at my studies, I am the darling of the teachers. I don’t usually share my emotions with others. Except for the class flower, I have no other close friends so they thought I didn’t want the seniors’ contact because I was being narcissistic.