At the age of fifteen, he met her by chance for the first time with his back to the light. She squinted and couldn't see his outline clearly, but she could clearly feel the throbbing of her heart.
When she was seventeen, she sprained her foot. He rode her bicycle to take her home. She gently hugged his back, and her love spread.
At the age of twenty, her willfulness forced him to leave resolutely, and he went to a distant country.
If she could do it all over again, would the people around her drift away? How would her dreams last?