When I met her, it was the midsummer of that year. I tried my best to get close to her secretly. In the autumn of that year, she didn't know that she had fallen in love with her. She confessed to her, "Nan Qin, I have something to tell you." "Tell me, what?" Nan Qin asked with a smile. "I like you, not in friendship, but in love." Nan Qin agreed, but she suddenly refused to come forward. She regretted it. She was afraid that love would not last long. He thought that as long as they were friends, they could stay with each other forever. He never thought that five years later, the two parted ways. She loved her, but she didn't love her. (Nurture Department, Campus Literature)
