Some people and some things might be best kept in the heart. After brewing her emotions and making enough preparations, she painfully clicked the send button. Waiting for the prompt on the computer, the email was sent successfully, a green checkmark appeared, and the girl’s tears suddenly rolled down like broken pearls. She was really sad, picking up a tissue to gently wipe her tears, afraid her sister would see.
At this moment, Summer walked in with a cup of warm milk and was a bit shocked to see her crying. “Agnes, are you really crying?” Summer’s heart tightened, and she quickened her pace while holding the cup. “Agnes, why are you crying?”
Agnes quickly reacted by covering the computer. She wanted to keep that secret about her youth and didn’t want anyone to know. This action made Summer even more anxious. “What’s wrong? Did something happen at work?”
“No,” Agnes wiped her tears, trying to regain her composure. She didn’t want Summer to worry, so she quickly smiled and then wiped away her tears completely.
Summer gently placed the milk cup on the desk and reached out to touch the closed laptop. Agnes hurriedly pressed it down. “It’s really nothing.” She didn’t want Summer to see.
“If it’s nothing, why are you crying?” Summer looked at her with concern, her nose turning red.
The girl couldn’t answer.
“What happened?” Summer was very worried. She frowned at her sister but spoke gently. “Is there anything you can’t share with me since we were kids?”
Agnes bit her lip with tears in her eyes, not knowing how to respond for a moment.
Summer moved Agnes’ hand away from the laptop and opened it. “Unlock it quickly.” She was worried something had gone wrong with her work.
Summer’s voice was firm yet gentle. “Hurry up.” It was filled with concern and worry for her.
Agnes rarely cried since she was young; she was very sensible and always kept all her emotions inside, never letting the family worry.
But at this moment, she felt like she had lost in love and wanted to cry out loud.
“Bubu, am I still your sister or not? Hurry up.” Summer urged.
She knew that if she didn’t tell Summer, her sister would overthink and worry more. If something serious happened at work that made her cry urgently, Summer would be even more worried.
So after careful consideration, Agnes pressed the fingerprint password, and the computer unlocked successfully.
The social media account’s email sent page was still there. Summer leaned forward, held the mouse, and opened the just-sent email.
Agnes turned her head in embarrassment, tore off a face mask, tossed it into the trash can, and sat in a swivel chair hugging her knees.
Summer read the email content; she was shocked internally and quickly digested these words.
Then she checked the sent list; Agnes had sent over 400 emails to this man, but he hadn’t replied to any of them!
Summer randomly opened a few emails to check their content; they weren’t long but were full of her worries, affection, and longing for him.
In other words, all of Agnes’ emotions had sunk into oblivion.
The weight of this affection was beyond Summer’s imagination; it lasted seven years since high school sophomore year!
“Agnes…”
Summer couldn’t believe what she was digesting; she looked at Agnes.
She didn’t laugh at her or blame her but sat beside her and gently held her shoulder.
As a sister, Summer’s mood was also heavy as if the surrounding air had solidified, making it hard for her to breathe.
“Who is he? Have you ever been together?” Summer knew the significance of first love; it should have been during high school sophomore year.
The girl shook her head with a soft voice tinged with regret. “Never.” Then she slowly raised her tearful eyes to look at Summer and said, “But… it felt like experiencing a colorful love. I seemed to use all my strength to love him. Summer, I really love him.”