Wang Yan, do you regret meeting me?"
"Fool, I have never regretted meeting you."
On the beach at dusk, the sea breeze was blowing slightly. The girl was barefoot, holding the portrait of the boy, with a crown he knitted by his own hands. At this moment, the girl seemed like a queen, and the boy's portrait in her hand was like a king. Surrounded by a light pink skirt, she slowly walked towards the sea.
