The breeze blows, bringing bursts of coolness, and the French plane trees rustle under the caress of the breeze.
Wei Ya sat alone under the orange streetlight, shivering. I thought I would never meet him again, but when I saw him again I felt as at a loss as before. It has been two years since she came to France. She is studying and working part-time at the same time. However, her busy life has never made her forget every moment with him. Tears kept pouring out of his red and swollen eyes, and he hugged her tightly with his hands.
He was her nightmare.
He was her paradise.