The wind rushed through her swaying hair and passed over the tip of his nose. "It's salty," he thought, but he didn't stop and passed her by.
The wind was bubbling on the beach like soda water. The sound of stories coming from behind her was particularly refreshing at this moment, and there were also some chaotic sounds interspersed among them, which seemed to be students. She raised her head and looked behind her, and saw what seemed to be a man in a Chinese tunic suit. The light pierced her eyes, making it impossible to continue looking, so she had to turn her back to the light again, and fell asleep amid this gentleman's story.
You will miss many people in your life, but there is always one person you can still meet after missing them several times.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
