Summer Firefly

I miss him. I'll always remember the first time I saw Xia Ying.

It was the summer after I graduated from high school. I was lying on the sofa at home, reading a novel, when I suddenly heard someone knocking outside. Thinking the package I'd ordered a few days earlier had arrived, I hurried to open the door. But the moment I opened it, I froze.

(This is just a short story I wrote on a whim...)

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