The Summer of 20 Rui

I'm lovelorn I was with him for 432 days, and it took me a year and a half to prove that the choice I made that summer was wrong. It was not a day or a month, but a year of spring, summer, autumn, and winter changing back and forth. We met in a small bar, the lights were bright and the smell of fake wine was so addictive that I met that person. . . This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.