There is no gorgeous layout, no love between life and death, no love, no passion. Some are just a touch of sweetness and a touch of sadness. This short story just records the ordinary love of an ordinary 17-year-old girl, just like boiled water, and the different taste in it is for everyone to savor. The author is in primary school now and can't write long stories, not even this short story. So please don't hurt my self-confidence!