Always in the silence of the night, the wind blew the apricot leaves, in that midsummer he met the most beautiful her, like a star, shining in his heart, it was romantic July, just like her name, the cool breeze accompanied by the fragrance of flowers, always so refreshing, I quietly told the midsummer of July, I love you, but you don't know, I love you. If I could do it again, I would love you instead.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
