Just when I close my eyes, I always think of the scene at that time.
It's summer, and the warmth of the sun covers everyone. When you look up, it's scorching but not stinging. The air and wind in the campus flow slowly, and with the accompaniment of the leaves, the cicadas keep singing. All this silence is treasured in ordinary days, and every sound around makes people feel leisurely and comfortable.
Thinking of that day when he still won the game with an arrogant expression, the breeze blew gently, moving his hair, the hair around his ears was soaked with sweat, and the soft lines turned around. Then he stretched out his hand, with slender and elegant fingers, and a rare gentle look on his face. He was smiling.
However, do you regret withdrawing your hand?
I did not enjoy all these wonderful moments with him, the cheers of the team members, the support and support of everyone, and more importantly, the delicate and soft look on my face in his blue, gentle eyes.
Sincere and clear.
That may be the last time. It is like a flash in the pan, and you will regret it if you miss it.
Do you regret withdrawing your hand?
So, I asked myself.