She likes the boy who grows mint for her, and he likes the girl who smells mint.
I remember that the sun was slightly drunk, and the breeze blew by, bringing the slightest hint of mint. The rustling of the leaves was like a melodious melody, carrying the mint fragrance that caught people's hearts. It was intoxicating. The warm sunshine penetrated through the little cracks between the leaves, spreading warmth like the earth, making people intoxicated.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
