I really liked that girl because she had the most beautiful hands I have ever seen. Against the bright-colored green tea package, her hands appeared as white as jade scallions.

At that moment, I knew I liked her.

When I first arrived at my new school, I saw those hands. I like to attribute it to destiny.

I was ecstatic, as if I were on drugs, and this high lasted for three years. Under the guidance of fate, my affair with the girl was half-successful: I consistently liked her, but she never knew I existed.

I entertained myself from dawn to dusk. As graduation approached, I wondered if I would see her again in college. Love confessions flew around like crazy during graduation season, with gifts being exchanged everywhere.

In this rose-tinted backdrop, I suddenly found the courage I had saved up for three years. I wanted to give her something, just purely wanted to give her a gift.

Maybe I wanted to ensure that when I grew old and could no longer walk, I wouldn’t feel any regret. As the evening breeze blew, I could shake a palm fan and tell my grandchildren that the sunset was the youth that once belonged to their grandfather.

Hmm… perhaps I was overthinking it.

I snapped back to reality and carefully looked at the various shops along the street: a plush toy shop? Too cliché. Forget it. A stationery shop? Too childish; we’re going to college after all.

I walked along, oh my, how many shops had I been to? Milk tea shops, toy shops, anime merchandise shops, clothing stores… I walked down another street again.

I felt a bit disheartened, but thinking of her jade-like hands, I was filled with energy again.

“Hello, may I help you?” I came to my senses and realized I had unknowingly walked into a shop. I looked around at the delicate bracelets. They seemed… not bad!

“No, I’m just looking.” “Alright, if you need anything, just call me.” The clerk smiled politely, perhaps because only girls usually visited this store. I bent down, carefully examining the bracelets.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up. I reached out my hand, but it bumped into another hand. I froze for a moment.

It was a girl with short hair.

“Sorry, do you want this too?” the girl smiled.

“Um…” I could see her intentions. But I thought this vintage-style bracelet would suit the girl I liked.

“If possible, could you let me have it? This is the only one left, and I really liked it when I saw it last time.” The girl was very sincere.

It was getting dark outside. Finally, I walked out of the shop with the packaged bracelet, under the clerk’s reproachful gaze.

I felt sorry but more joyous. This joy lasted another two weeks. The task of giving the girl a gift was half-successful: I bought the gift and had someone to give it to, but I didn’t dare to give it.

July blazed with heat, and graduation was truly here. But I couldn’t find the girl anywhere at school. By the end, most people had left the school, leaving me standing at the gate with the bag containing the bracelet.

Suddenly, I saw the girl from the shop who had fought with me for the bracelet.

I looked at the bracelet, then at her.

“It’s you—” I walked over and forced the gift into her hands. “Sorry about that day. Anyway, here, take it.”

The lazy sunset bathed the familiar town. I held the money the girl insisted on giving me, feeling very frustrated.

Passing by a small shop, I impulsively bought a bottle of green tea that I didn’t really like. I carried my disappointment home in the twilight, wanting to be alone.

I entertained myself, looked up, and unconsciously stopped.

The girl with the jade-like hands was waiting for a bus.

I quickly ran over and handed the green tea to the waiting girl.

In the blazing heat of July, the familiar town, against the bright-colored green tea package, her hands appeared as white as jade scallions. Yes, this is still the best.

“Hello, Ye Yiyi.” Under her surprised gaze, I quickly ran away. “Happy graduation!”

In the evening breeze, I ran quickly, against the sunset. I knew it, there is destiny in the world.

Goodbye, the girl I liked very much…

Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys