He had been the summer of her life, and since then, every summer of hers had memories of him. Just like when I was seventeen, the air was filled with an inseparable sweet smell. And is that initial beauty eternal? Facing the alternating time, how should she find the lost happiness...
Occasionally I came across a short story I wrote a long time ago, so I posted it on a whim.
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Conception:
好文啊~~~好文啊~~~虽然好短= =不够看啊~~~再来点么~~