That year, she was eighteen and he was twenty-two.
I met him when I was the same age as Hua'er.
I remember that day, it was the evening of late summer and early autumn. He was on the basketball court, healthy and sunny.
She looked innocent and pure in the stands. This was their first meeting.
An accident caused her youth to be submerged in reality.
Who would have thought that it would be twelve years before we were separated, and that the lingering love would be lost in time. A love that started in a hurry in the years of youth sadly broke its branches.
In the blink of an eye, twelve years have passed, and the flowers of youth will grow old before they bloom.
She had not had a good life these past few years, and he had had a very tiring life. They are so powerless in the face of love.
The meeting after twelve years, was it wrong or right? Love comes again, mixed with too much helplessness, everything changes course, how should this entangled love face reality. . .