Preface
Autumn in Nanjing begins with the sycamore leaves.
She remembered the road. I remember that under the seventh tree, someone said to her, "I seem to like you a little bit." I remember that the wind was very light at that time, and the sunlight passed through the leaves and fell on his shoulders.
It took her seven years to forget that scene. She thought that as long as she didn't touch it, time would slowly fade it away.
It never occurred to her that the tree was still there. That road is still there. He's still there too.
Seven years later, he returned. While he was standing on the road, she happened to pass by.
But she didn't stop. He didn't call her either.
The wind passed between them, and the sycamore leaves fell to the ground, like those unspoken words.
They all thought they were gone. But they didn't know that the tree always remembered it.
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Any similarity is purely coincidental.
This is my first time posting, please give me some advice.
Concept: Love cannot be diluted by time.
