We met again on the street corner that day. She was wearing a well-tailored windbreaker and her body smelled of cold woody fragrance.
And he leaned against the streetlight pole and extinguished the cigarette that was about to burn to the end.
She asked with a smile: "What a coincidence."
He said, "Well, I was just passing by."
In fact, he had been sick for a long time.
When he was seventeen, he looked at her looking forward to going to college, gritted his teeth and lied: "I don't love you anymore."
Intent: All independent short stories in the full text are sadistic and do not have happy endings. Please read with caution if you prefer sweet stories. Each chapter is an independent and complete story. The characters and stories are not related to each other. You can choose a chapter to read at will.