When she was young, when she met him, she felt like she had experienced the most painful beauty in her life. The little man raised his head and called him "brother" in a soft voice. His bright eyes were full of dependence, "Brother, when I grow up, I will definitely become your bride." He rubbed her hair dotingly and made a promise gently, "Ziluo, when I grow up, I will definitely marry you."
Her misfortune brought about their meeting, but what followed was not happiness. Light years passed and he lost his parents. She clenched the little hand hidden under her sleeve, looked at him steadily and said, "Brother, I'm sorry, I have to go find my father."
It was the fireworks that collided in the heart for a year, and it was a feast that was hard to let go of in life.
I was worried countless times late at night, if we met again, would I still remember her smile as bright as a flower and his magnificence that year.