My love sprouted in that bleak autumn ten years ago. During this period, I experienced loneliness and tossing and turning, and finally blossomed brilliantly today, ten years later.
In the sky of night, under the bright moonlight, Siyuan sat quietly beside me, leaning gently on my weak shoulder, slowly feeling the hot tears overflowing, quietly releasing his long-awaited guard.
Perhaps, it was only now that I finally finished reading his story and truly understood his miserable experiences and never-give-up efforts over the years. When I think about it carefully, I can't help but feel proud of my original well-intentioned move. When I suddenly wake up, I can't help but feel proud of my persistence for many years. When I'm in it, he makes my heart skip a beat, and makes me burst into tears. When I'm not there, he still makes me surge, and it still makes me unforgettable...