The wind suddenly became very gentle, picking up red bean leaves all over the ground and swirling around him. Her figure seemed to appear before his eyes again. The farewell letter, which was wrinkled by his caressing, was flying in the wind.
The yew trees in the distance made a soft rustling sound, and the ringing of the bells was very similar to the day we met for the first time. He was wearing a washed-white school uniform, carrying a sports bag with a basketball on his back, and was humming and walking downstairs. Looking up, I met the girl standing in the light.
"Qingyou, I'm here to accompany you..."
