Love at First Sight Is Far Away

"Borrow me a light." Someone tapped me on the shoulder, and a girl about twenty years old stood next to me. Her delicate face looked even whiter under the sunshine of the northwest plateau. Her hair was tied into a ponytail on the back of her head. She was wearing a loose and slightly baggy top and jeans. She had a cigarette in the corner of her mouth and looked into the distance with a look of despair. But one of her slender and white little hands was stretched out in front of me. "Why? You don't even look at me, and you look like a socialite." Although I muttered in my heart, I took out the lighter willingly and even a little flattered, lit it with a "pop" sound, and carefully handed it to her cigarette. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.