She stood opposite him from a distance and smiled at him,
Use the power of your whole life to turn it into the warmest smile at that moment.
She wanted him to know that her smile was still as innocent as when she was eighteen years old.
No covering up, no perfunctory.
The smile of an eighteen-year-old is like a bicycle on the clouds, making light objects fly.
Forget the cruelty of reality and the embrace of loneliness.