My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession
The paint on the piano was damaged, and my tears, which I had just managed to hold back, welled up again.
Nash was at a loss as he tried to comfort me for a long time. When he saw that I was still crying, he went to get his stickers. He gently touched my hair and said, "It's okay, we can cover it with stickers." He held my hand, and together we applied the stickers. Then he hooked his little finger with mine and said very seriously, "This is our little secret. We can't tell the adults, okay? Let's pinky promise that we won't change for a hundred years."