We ordinary people also need to fall in love.

Honey……

Let's not call each other that anymore. Maybe we'll be tired of it ten years from now, or maybe it just won't suit us anymore...

This is the first time I've written to you. I never imagined that this letter would be sent to us ten years from now.

I, at eighteen, have so many questions I want to ask you, at twenty-eight.

But we can't travel through time and space, nor can we communicate across time; these are things that only exist in novels and movies.

If we are not together ten years from now for various reasons, then please do not read on:

Li Mubai, this is actually the first time I've ever liked someone, and I'm so glad that you're the first person I've ever liked. You're not bad at all; you always remain very restrained. There have been many times when I couldn't help but want to get close to you? (I think that's the right word.)

But you refused. I know you did it for my sake. You're always worried about our future, so you don't want me to have our first time easily? Lost.

So, you really are a very good person!

I can be very bold when it comes to relationships, but sometimes I regret it after calming down, wondering if doing these things will make you think I'm a frivolous girl...

Fortunately, you are here.

So I don't know when it started, but I began to wonder how far our first love would go...

Deng Yi was worried about me, saying that high school romances are likely to end after graduation.

Chen Qiuhe said that the difficult point in our relationship was the eight years we were separated. These eight years were like a mountain, but once we got over it, the road ahead would be smooth.

I largely agree with Chen Qiuhe's point of view, but I am also afraid of the hardships ahead. I can't imagine the scene of us parting ways, I can't imagine you throwing all the things I gave you into the trash can, wanting to cut ties with me completely (the handwriting here is wet and somewhat blurry).

Li Mubai, I've actually realized that I'm a girl who's rather starved for love inside. Beneath the shell I've longed for to protect myself with my aloofness and loneliness, I actually yearn for someone to stand firmly by my side.

You did it before May Day in your second year of high school...

It was probably from that time that my feelings began to be firmly placed on you.

I've finished speaking. Maybe you won't listen and will still read this far.

So, no matter what, even if we're not together anymore, please remember that eighteen-year-old Xie Shu will always love you...

Li Mubai is a beautiful name and a very good person.

……

A figure approached him from behind and gently wrapped its arms around him.

"Why are you watching it again?"

"Because every time I see it, my heart is moved."

"That's so cheesy." Xie Shu's cheeks flushed slightly, and she looked away from his gaze. "My parents want us to spend the New Year with them."

Li Mubai folded the letter, carefully placed it back into the envelope, and then looked up to ask:

Which parents?

"Aren't my parents yours now too?"

Li Mubai chuckled dryly, saying that it was really hard to tell the difference between his parents just by talking about them.

"So, why did Aunt Xu Ting change her mind back then?" he asked, voicing a long-held question.

Xie Shu's gaze fell: "Because Teacher Yang left, it was a big blow to her, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, so she could only let me study for three years before coming back."

Li Mubai nodded after hearing this.

"Moreover, this is also a three-year probationary period for you, to see if you will change your mind," Xie Shu continued.

"Definitely not."

Li Mubai spoke with certainty as he picked up the envelope and placed it inside "The Little Prince." Xie Shu did not let go, resting her chin gently on his shoulder.

"Li Mubai," Xie Shu suddenly called out to him.

Li Mubai turned his head to look at her.

"Close your eyes." Her eyes curved into a smile, just like the girl she once was. "I want to kiss you again ten years from now."

He smiled helplessly and obediently closed his eyes.

With sight lost, other senses become exceptionally clear: the faintly approaching figure, and the familiar scent of jasmine, drift into the nostrils through the air.

A warm breath brushed against my face, followed by a soft, sweet touch...