My sister never calls me brother.

dislike.

I love him.

I am very clear about my feelings; it is definitely not just liking, but has reached the level of love.

My feelings for him...

I don't know when it started

From attention to dependence.

From dependence to liking.

From liking to loving.

I realized that our childhood sweetheart relationship had long since become less innocent around the time we separated.

I think he also realized that the relationship was no longer simple.

If you ask why... well, let me tell you about the unusual things that happened.

I don't remember the exact time very clearly.

I just remember one time—

I noticed that his face turned a little red after he saw me.

He was a little reserved when we sat down to chat.

And in my presence, she began to pay more attention to her demeanor.

All of these differences are simply too abnormal.

The only reason I can think of is—

He likes me.

If you don't like me, why do you act so strangely in front of me?

I'm actually quite happy about this.

Because I share the same thoughts as him.

I don't know when he started paying attention to me, maybe it's because my baby fat is disappearing?

Although I know he doesn't judge people by their appearance, there's nothing wrong with a woman dressing up for the man she loves, so I dressed up appropriately and wore a short skirt.

But one day, his sister called him a vixen.

I'm not really impressed by this kind of sarcasm.

Since I might become her sister-in-law, how could I possibly hold a grudge against her?

So I'm not angry about being called a "vixen".

She was being sarcastic, which proved that she felt a sense of crisis.

I know what she feels about her brother.

So I'll just take her sarcasm as the barking of a spoiled dog after its bone was stolen.

Thinking like this might make me seem like I have a perverse sense of humor.

But seeing how fiercely she barked, yet how helplessly she seemed to do nothing about it...

how to say?

I find it very interesting.

Although my relationship with Zhou Han is getting closer and closer.

However, we didn't confess our feelings to each other; instead, we chose to hide them until now.

And I learned that his puberty was just around the corner.

At that time, we were all rather reserved and didn't really understand what it meant to like someone.

All I know is that being together makes me happy.

I was very sad and regretful when we broke up.

I regret not expressing my feelings back then.

Now, even though I like him, I just can't bring myself to say it.

After entering junior high school.

I have completely transformed.

Baby fat is only temporary.

It has now disappeared.

Not to brag, but I don't like doing this.

I know that I am beautiful and lovely, have a noble temperament, and am very intelligent.

But receiving so many love letters still gives me a headache.

At first, I would secretly throw them away in my schoolbag to avoid upsetting other people.

Because throwing it away in front of others will more or less hurt their self-esteem.

But as time went on, the number of love letters also increased.

It seems that many people don't realize they've made a mistake until they've been hurt.

That day, in front of the whole class, I threw stacks of love letters into the trash can.

Many people were stunned and found it hard to believe what I did.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

I want them to know one thing—

That is, a sleeping cat, though quiet and peaceful, can also be aggressive.

Since then, I've received far fewer love letters.

Privately, some people angrily said that I was arrogant.

But some people seemed very excited.

I don't know why.

If only those boys were brave enough to confess their feelings to me.

I might politely refuse verbally.

But if it's a love letter, I'll throw it away without hesitation.

Because I don't like love letters.

This kind of thing happens to reflect a kind of cowardice and lack of courage.

Unrequited love rarely ends well.

Just like him and me.

If you like someone, you should say it out loud as soon as possible.

During junior high school, I would often think of him and find it hard to fall asleep.

Especially during the period when I was isolated by the girls, I wanted to talk to someone.

I'm no different from ordinary people, except that I'm a little smarter.

Loneliness... I can understand that too.

Faced with this situation, I understand that I am sick, a kind of illness that only young girls get, commonly known as lovesickness.

I wonder if he'll ever forget me.

Or... does he have another girl he likes?

Once this thought appeared, it was like a once-in-a-century flood, impacting the vulnerable parts of my heart, and it was irreversible.

After being separated for more than two years, I want to see him now.

Even just catching a glimpse of him from afar would be enough.

It would be best to dispel my doubts.

That night, I deliberately got caught in the rain when I came back.

Why should I do this?

Because my parents are quite strict, especially when it comes to my studies.

I have to make myself sick so that I have a legitimate reason to take leave.

Things went very smoothly.

I took leave, and I also got sick.

Despite having a high fever, I forced myself to stay awake.

I still remember that day.

The sky was dark and gloomy.

It's drizzling outside.

I dragged my weary body, holding an umbrella.

He secretly came to his school without telling his family.

The wind gently caressed my ailing body.

Perhaps healthy people won't feel anything.

But at that time I had a high fever and my head was spinning.

His face was pale, and his thin lips were completely bloodless.

This gust of wind made me feel a chill.

The chill easily penetrated my knitwear and pleated skirt.