Walking in the Fog

They embraced each other in the season when jasmine flowers bloomed. One of them was like the scorching sun and the other was like ice. The scorching sun melted the ice. That summer, the sun was just right in the world, and the tree-lined paths in the closed city were filled with white jasmine flowers, with clusters of green leaves supporting each little flower. The scorching sun in the world was just blowing through the forest tops, and they were young at that time. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.