That year I held her hand and she followed me.
I still remember what she said to me that year: "Wang Amo, your hands are warm and generous."
From then on, I seemed to hold her hand every time we were together.
Love came so suddenly that I couldn't get to know her well.
When I first met her, the feelings suddenly emerged and slowly and quietly took root in my heart, but I didn't know anything about it.
(This article is the first time I didn't force myself to write it. I wrote it in one breath in one night. I cried at the end of it. The ending was a little rushed. The inspiration came from someone's signature.)
Intention: