She looked at the face that always smiled brightly, and finally no longer hesitated, reaching out her hand to hold his tightly, silently reciting the fairy tale of holding his hand and growing old together with him in her heart.
In fact, love can also fade away and become mature, but the heart that loves you will never grow old. When she lowered her eyelids to hide her nostalgia, he insisted: "Girl, I am willing to be your support and let you rely on me for the rest of my life."
Yes, they used to watch the returning southern geese in the corridor of the school. From now on, they will sit in rocking chairs and watch the sun rise and set. The years are quiet...