Wanfu Road.
Every year, girls take time out of their busy schedules to come back and watch the maple leaves falling off in the autumn wind. This habit has been going on for four years.
——But I haven't met you every time.
——You said you would come back, but you broke your promise.
——Do you remember what happened here? Maybe you have forgotten, but I still remember it clearly.
The girl walked quickly with her head lowered as usual, as if if she just slowed down a little, she would hide her face and cry because of the familiar smell of this street.
The boy under the maple tree was dressed in black, his eyes following the girl closely, "Wei..." The name stuck in his throat never came out again.
——Now, actually I come back every year.
——It's just that every time your name gets stuck in your throat and you can't call it out.
——I have never forgotten, just like you have never forgotten.