Help, I Can See the Love Progress Bar

We started in midsummer and ended in midsummer. We missed each other over and over again and met again and again. I knew we would have no regrets if I bowed my head a little, but I grew up in hardships and my heart did not allow me to bow my head. We just missed each other over and over again. Maybe this midsummer we will never see each other again. You will meet other good girls, and I will grow old slowly with my loneliness. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.