Third Love

It was a sultry summer afternoon, and he suddenly looked up and saw her. She was looking at him amidst the chaotic and lazy street traffic. At that moment, he suddenly dared not look directly into her eyes. It was a look that had never appeared on him before. She smiled and waved to him. The golden afternoon sun shone on her slightly red and sweaty smiling face, and there was some mysterious brilliance flowing and shining... It was an afternoon at the alternation of autumn and winter. The bleak cold wind ruthlessly beat the tall and wrinkled trees. The withered and yellow branches of the trees also flew in the air and landed on the pedestrian bridge nearby. They suddenly danced with the wind in the thin quilt wrapped tightly around him and the withered yellow hair... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.