[First person, short story completed]
Liu Xinyu thought that Zhang Xinya was born to fall in love with her.
No matter how big the dispute is, no matter how far away the place is, Zhang Xinya will always come to her.
They are keys and locks, the moon and tides, palms and lines, two trees whose roots are intertwined in the ground and whose leaves are dependent on each other in the wind.
She thought they would spend their lives walking slowly, growing old slowly, and never be separated.
However...
However....
Zhang Xinya died in the spring of her 26th year.
Intention: We are happy to meet, but we must also learn to say goodbye