22Nd

I met my former first love on the way to ask for my salary. When we met again, it was not to exchange greetings, nor to watch her make an oath to others. We passed each other at the intersection, but found that I couldn't let go. The time, place and person we met at that time were missing. Now we are missing the original meeting, place and time. The timing is no longer important. My Memoirs This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.