I don't know when I fell in love with you. It was when I saw you standing in the school corridor from a distance in the summer, the sun shrouded your body, and it looked like the years were caressing your figure. It was you who inadvertently asked me if I was cold when it was raining, you gave me a coat, or when you were going up the stairs, you pulled me inward and said that I could take less steps. Seventeen years old, I remember you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
