That year, he stood under the willow tree with his head lowered, and the sun shone on his shoulders and side face. He lowered his head quietly and thought about something, and she stood looking at him from a distance, forgetting that her thoughts had been quietly taken away.
Even after many years, he still remembered that day until he raised his head and saw a girl in a goose-yellow skirt looking at him intently. The ice cream in my hand has melted and flowed down the wrapping paper. But she didn't know it.
When she saw him looking up at her, she didn't even react. She kept staring at an unknown boy for a long time. The boy was surprised for a moment, and then smiled at her. At this moment, he was like the spring breeze in April, gently blowing on the top of her heart. This is the first time they met.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
