"If the summer is as light as the first coolness"
Content introduction:
she laughs
She is not perfect
She doesn't feel safe
But he blocked her every time
Make her feel at ease
…
She raised her hand gently. Wrapped in the hand is a cluster of fragile dandelions. Opening, the needle-like pure white crests fall off the dandelion and float to the sea. Looking at the remaining rosette-shaped flower stems in my hands, tears welled up from the corners of my eyes at some point.
Drop by drop, it dripped into the sea, and the waves splashed on the face, which was bitingly cold. With a bitter curve at the corner of his mouth, he once pulled her into his arms and said to her.
"Xia Rui, you can't escape."
How wonderful it would be if we really couldn't escape...
But she escaped after all.