When I was young, I fell in love with an introverted and shy girl. She preferred young men who were gentle and as gentle as the spring breeze. I restrained myself from showing off, just to win her favor. . . She gradually became fond of me. Today at 6:30, I went out on time again, just in time to meet her head-on. When I caught her gaze, I hurriedly turned my head, and the bruised left cheek happened to hit her field of vision. She stared at my face a little helplessly. I pretended to greet her naturally, and Ning Ning took a few steps towards me. Just like when she was a child, she carefully raised her hand and touched my face, saying distressedly, "Why are you so careless?"
