I Just Want to Be by Your Side

On a Ningning summer day, the gentle breeze blows your loose hair, and time slides across your face like smoke, but you don't even know it. Time slips away quietly inadvertently, leaving only your back. Maybe only you know it, but that is no longer useful. You frowned and rubbed the corners of your clothes tightly with your hands. This series of actions was so difficult and so easy. One after another "Ouch", one after another "Hmm". This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.