"Also, when you were fifteen, were you waiting for me at the stadium? Were you waiting for me? That day, did you cry because of me?" Zhan Nanjue said, "I didn't even know who you were. I didn't know I had hurt you, nor did I know you cried for me. I'm such an asshole!!"
"I thought we met for the first time a year ago. I clearly felt that you seemed familiar... I clearly thought you resembled the girl from my childhood. Why didn't I realize sooner that I had mistaken you for someone else!"
Gong Shirao looked at Zhan Nanjue in disbelief.
Couldn't believe, he didn't know? He never knew about the girl from her childhood. Turns out, he never knew how many times she was sad for him...
Turns out, he didn't even know how long her affection for him lasted...
He knew nothing.
All she knew was that she foolishly liked him. Never thought he mistook her for someone else.
