I was twenty-four years old when I first met Xu Dongzhi.
She squatted on the field ridge, wearing a very old army green cotton jacket, and asked me how old I was.
I said twenty-four.
She said, she is so young and there are still many springs to wait for.
The last time I saw Xu Dongzhi, I was twenty-six years old.
I never wait for spring again.
First person, be sadistic short story, please enter with caution~
It's the first time I write about this kind of be, so it may not be very good.
Xxs writing apologies.
Intention: Waiting for spring.
