＊Otome, a married woman
"Glass, can you climb trees?"
Lying on the trunk of the walnut tree, you waved an arm towards Glass and laughed heartlessly.
"Come down quickly, it's too dangerous there -" Glass raised his head and jumped from time to time, as if he wanted to reach your position.
You were still young at that time, and you couldn't tell what was dangerous or what was safe. If you thought of something fun in your mind, you would rush into action. Glass was the same age as you, and you were separated by a street. You felt at ease staying with her, so naturally you would go to her often.
Pick a foxtail plant, scratch the back of her hand with the wadding, and blow the dandelion in front of you. But sometimes, before she does this naughty action, she will be stunned when she sees you. She pats your shoulder and brushes off the dust for you. You feel that your heavy shoulders are more relaxed. She says "it's okay" lightly, and then unexpectedly continues to play with you.
When you were a child, you had a very free-spirited personality. Now you are climbing on the tree, not knowing what you are doing, just playing around.
"Don't move around yet, stay where you are." You didn't know how long you had been lying on the tree, and Glass was a little anxious.
From a high place, you can see her pacing back and forth, her short chestnut hair forming a circle. Your cheeks are touching the rough bark, and you can't help but want to laugh. You think - Jiajiajia is obviously not calm at all, and she is obviously so worried about you.
Intention: What I say to you is hidden in a secret