Meet You at the Twenty-Second Intersection

She and I met at the 22nd intersection. There was no so-called love at first sight, no too much contact, not too many sweet words, only... My beating heart, telling me that I wanted to get close to her and... Protect her. Looking back at the time, there were not too many words, only me, who was looking at her not far away, pinching the corner of her clothes, reluctant to move. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.