In the morning of early autumn, the wind blew up my hair. His face was blurred and then clear as the hair was tangled and twisted. The sunlight gathered in his pupils. I was absent-minded for a moment, in his eyes, which dimmed everything in the world and were as bright as stars.
I don't know if it's love at first sight. The only thing I know is that my face turned red unconsciously when he helped me into the infirmary.
Conception: