From the beginning of love to the gray hair, there is no vigorous flame of love, no declaration of love, and no sweet words between you and me. Some are just my first blush, your first throb, the first time we looked at each other and looked away shyly, but the mark of love was left in my heart. You are the white moonlight and I am the cinnabar mole. I have left a permanent mark on your world. Through acquaintance, familiarity, love, and mutual affection, we changed from passers-by to lovers, and eventually became lifelong relatives. The hormones of puberty are like catalysts, quickly catalyzing the reaction that turns passers-by into relatives, and our youth is the catalyst carrier, building a bridge between the past and the future...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
