That day he brought her a bouquet of flowers. The flowers bloomed so brightly and were the red she liked. He said to her: "Take me today. I'm here to give you my heart." She suppressed the secret joy in her heart and patted his chest boldly: "It's still hot, so take it."
From now on, she would ask him every day if she loved him, and he would answer, no. She acted coquettishly: "Say it again, eh?" Her eyes were dazzling, making people unable to bear to refuse. He pinched her face and said with a smile: "I love you, I love you the most in the world!" She asked tirelessly: "How long can love last?" He gestured awkwardly with his hands, which was about this long.
Well, longer than the story, longer than the memories.
The story is neither innocent nor heart-wrenching, nor dull but not ostentatious either. It moves forward slowly on a twists and turns.