We met when we were fifteen or sixteen years old. I remember when I first met you, there was a strong gust of wind, as if it was going to blow me towards you. The boy's bright smile and fair skin made me dare not forget it.
I remember when we were in love, we were standing by the lake. I looked at you for a long time, and suddenly a gust of wind blew through the willow leaves. How I wished the wind would blow you towards me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
