"I like you, can you be with me?"
"Why didn't you come earlier?"
"Afraid, you reject me"
"Then if you don't try, how do you know I will reject you?"
The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the boy's body, so bright that the girl dared not forget it.
The boy lowered his head slightly, and the distance between him and the girl suddenly narrowed. A blush quietly appeared on the girl's cheek. The boy gently brushed the girl's hair with his hand, "Your hair is messed up."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
