The first time I met her was on a rainy day.
At that time, she was holding an unlit cigarette, standing on the steps in front of the clothing store, and said to me: "Aren't you coming in?"
Then one night when I turned eighteen, I asked her, "Can you teach me?"
She looked at me for a long time and then said, "I really can't resist your eyes."
Later, I could only think of her face and the sentence in the smell of nicotine:
"I really shouldn't be teaching you this."
Concept: Love is forgiveness
