Loving You Is My Most Beautiful Dream

When we were crossing the road today, Huizi said crossing the road with me was like crossing the road with her boyfriend. I would protect her and lead her along. I suddenly remembered that night I held her hand across the road and led her running on the zebra crossing, but how could I forget? I feel like my memories of us have gradually become blurred or even forgotten, so I decided to write them down so that those stories, whether painful or happy, will remain in those days of that year.