[Niu uses this story to remember her youth. The story is absolutely not bloody and has no CEO. Niu can guarantee this. I hope everyone will support it.]
[Whose youth does not have shallow bruises, and whose heartache does not leave birthmarks]
That summer, they fell in love beautifully.
However, there is too much helplessness and too much unpredictability in the world.
What is youth?
Wrong time, wrong place, wrong person. This is youth.
The seemingly free dandelion is helpless.
That summer, the season when dandelions were in full bloom, was fresh and sweet.
That summer, the young and ignorant ages went from parallel to intersection.
That summer, they laughed frivolously, crazily, and heartlessly.
That summer, each other's eyes were filled with each other's twinkling tenderness.
That summer was like fireworks in full bloom, gorgeous and short-lived.
After summer, it rains so painfully.
The next summer, dandelions bloomed, which was ironic.
The next summer, the dandelions remained as beautiful as ever.
[They know how it will end.