She looked at the glowing bubbles in front of her eyes and was about to reach out to poke them, but it burst by itself. Bubbles flew one after another, and she walked along the road to a girl and watched silently. It seemed very much like her a few years ago, cheerful and childish. She didn't say anything, she just leaned on the bench under the shade of the tree and looked at the girl under the scorching sun from a distance. Those memories of summer appeared in her mind, as beautiful and bright as bubbles, colorful, but also as short-lived and fragile as bubbles. Don't be fooled by the beginning. It's a sweet article.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
