That year, she and he looked back at the crossroads and met by chance for the first time, and they both had a crush on each other. That year, she and he were in their youth, and their flowers were blooming and falling. That year we met again by chance at the corner of the restaurant, looking at each other through the screen. I missed the scenery of my youth and wasted the years in the middle of the year. The spring breeze came again that year, and there were only a few iron filings left on the chair under the big tree, but it felt like he and she, two people from different worlds, were forcefully blended together, and the chair was unable to bear the weight and disappeared.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
