EXO's One-Day Fantasy

Yixing is determined

Will two people who love each other stay together forever?
I have no idea.
But I can say that.
My first love was unforgettable, but we still broke up in the end.
It's me.
It's my problem.
I'm sorry to him.
Zhang Yixing was my first love.
We were high school classmates back then.
He was very well-behaved; he was the kind of student everyone talked about.
I listen attentively in class and go home on time after school.
I had little chance to get close to him.
He only knows my name at most.
And so I graduated from high school.
He seems to have gotten into a good university.
I went to university in another place.
During my junior year of college, there was a class reunion.
I was hoping he might come, and I did. He did come. It had been a long time since I'd seen him; he was even more handsome, and his polite manners were captivating.
Fortunately, he still remembered my name. After a few exchanges, we added each other on QQ, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep all night.
I clearly remember him saying that he continued to study music even after entering university. I knew he was obsessed with music back in high school; he even wrote lyrics back then and was praised as a talented person. I also believe that if he releases an album, he will definitely become known to even more people.
Although we added each other on QQ, I never had the courage to talk to him. I didn't know what to say, and I was afraid of bothering him. I thought about it for a long time, and I really wanted to ask him if he had a girlfriend. I suddenly remembered that in high school, because I had a crush on him, I secretly copied a song lyric he wrote.
How about we start with this? So I mustered up my courage and said I admired his lyrics, and then I even sent him a few lines from his lyrics.
He was surprised that I remembered. Then we quickly struck up a conversation, and he even talked about his grand ambitions. Of course, I thought he was really idealistic, and I admired and respected him, but all I could do was encourage him. We chatted for a year, and then we got together in our senior year.
I really like him, I really do. He's also very good to me, and he wrote a lot of songs for me. He auditioned for many companies, determined to become a singer. When he was finally chosen by a company, it had been exactly nine months and one day since we started dating, and we celebrated for several days.
I have never doubted his talent. We waited together for the day he released his song. He debuted, and he became famous. His fame was well-deserved and deserved.
Because he is very handsome, he has gained a large number of female fans.

The company started asking him if he had a girlfriend, because they felt his female fans were important, and they started having heart-to-heart talks with him… At that moment, my rational mind told me it was time to let go. Because I love him, I want him to have a better future. Love is selfish, but I wanted to let go for him.
He didn't want to break up with me, but I firmly said goodbye. With a sad look in his eyes, he asked, "If I become a successful singer, will you still be with me?" "I don't know..." I panicked and ran away. I never said I didn't believe him; I just didn't believe in myself...
And so, even now, I can see him everywhere. He's released many albums, participated in movies and variety shows, won many awards, and become a universally recognized idol singer.
He was moved to tears when he received the award, and firmly said, "I did it."
That night, an unfamiliar number called in the middle of the night.
I was nervous, but I accepted the call anyway.
It really was him, that voice I knew all too well: "How are you doing? I like you, can we still be together?"