Painting Summer

Time is the greatest healer. No matter how many wounds there are, they will disappear on the skin, dissolve into the heart, and become the most beautiful patterns on the ventricles. In those ignorant years, I always thought that I had understood love, but when love really came, I didn't know that I had fallen in love. What is love? No one can tell clearly, just like some people can't tell what is good, but who can't be replaced. Those who teach us to love are lost in the years of youth. How many people love another person this summer but never say it, and how many people say "I love you" but still love others! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.