My Girl, Bansummer

At eighteen, I took a slow green train to Zhucheng for college. The train was slow, just like me. Later, I met a few girls. Wen Ning handed me a water bottle covered in pink bears, and I drank every last drop. Xia Zhi twisted her ankle, so I carried her down three flights of stairs. She called me her little donkey. Under the moonlight, my senior Lin Qingyue hugged her guitar and sang, then asked if I knew the song “Because of Love.” They gave me all their candy. I didn't unwrap a single piece. When I finally wanted to try some, I found nothing but blades inside the wrappers. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.