Years later, one day, Ren Ran was riding the bus when she spotted two high school students in oversized blue-and-white uniforms amid the sea of people.
The bus was packed. The girl held onto the back of a seat with both hands, while the boy stood behind her. One hand gripped a hanging strap, and the other carefully held her backpack, taking most of its weight. The line from the back of his head to his neck was smooth and gentle.
The scene stood out from the crowd and leapt straight into Ren Ran's sight. Memories rushed back, one after another, and before she could brace herself, warmth began to gather in her eyes.
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Time catches you off guard.
When skies are clear, there's wind; when overcast, sometimes rain.
We cannot outpace the passing days, yet still hold on to the past.
It steals your dark hair, but leaves you with someone you love.
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