Just a Passing Visitor

If you have too many one-night stands, they will go bad... What does it become? Love? Then go and love, don't be afraid...

He appeared in her life, just a passerby...

I really like the descriptions in the first two paragraphs!

It feels quite beautiful, but seems a bit empty.

Such an encounter is beautiful, I wonder what the outcome of such an encounter will be.

"The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he unbuttoned his chest. He took off his white shirt, stretched out his hands and held them outside the window. The wind blew the white shirt outside the window, and a tear slid down my cheek. She let go of her hand, and her shirt was blown away by the sea breeze, blowing far away..." I like it here, it's beautifully written!

A one-night stand can also make you emotional...