While writing this article, I was listening to Joe Hisaishi's Summer, and the cheerful rhythm was mixed with a touch of sadness.
After so many years, I met many men around me, but in the end, he was the only one who stayed by my side, the man named Yin Zhe.
At this moment, he is sitting on the sofa watching TV. Time has smoothed his young edges, but he has become more masculine.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of my mouth. It is an honor for me to have such a man in my life.