In hindsight, I realized that my relationship with that person was like a bitter fruit. I was willing to do it when I was young, but found it hard to swallow when I was mature.
If the two of us get close to each other, we will be wearing hedgehog skins, and our words will turn into cold knives and stab each other one by one.
The things they loved when they were young were used as a filter. Later, the two of them cared about each other and were speechless.
But in my memory, he is still the warm boy under a ray of sunshine in the afternoon, even if my filter added too many points to him, it was my willingness. Now, I want to come out.
I hope we can meet again in spring before it is too late. **It makes no sense
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
