When I saw him for the first time, I felt like he was just like the cold winter at this time. How could I have thought that I would hold hands with him in midsummer next year and make a lifelong promise from now on.
The first time he saw her, the beautiful pear dimple on her lips frequently distracted him. How could he have expected that he would be so interested in her unintentional words, and he would hold her in the palm of his hand and pick up stars for her from then on.
It's a rather sweet little story.
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