[They choose each other, 1v1, bad ending]
He was a gentle breeze beneath that year’s blazing sun, stirring the flowers and startling the height of summer.
And under the caress of those soft breezes, I too began to bloom: “Xin Xin toward Rong.”
“I love you very much, but I think I love the you from twelve years ago even more.”
“Congratulations, my first-place winner.”
“So it turned out he had only kissed the collar of my clothes.”
“After restarting the dream 12,960 times, can I stay in that summer, on that night when I stood shoulder to shoulder with her?”
