Beijing Love Story
When I was 15 years old, I received a love letter from a boy for the first time. At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I did not know what love was. I only know that when I open the love letter, my heart beat faster and I blushed like a bloody rose. I was afraid that other students would know that the male classmates in the class secretly love me. Then secretly put the love letter clip in my composition text to take home to read again, reading also while red face secretly zipped smile. I thought to myself about what it would feel like to be liked.