If it hadn't been for that initial encounter, wouldn't there have been the throbbing deep in my heart?
At the end of summer, I often sit on my desk, looking up at the old trees outside the window and thinking about this problem.
"Ye Qiubai... Qiubai..." Xia Mo unconsciously recited this name in her heart. Maybe Xia Mo thought that saying this name a few more times would reduce her missing him... I still remember the first time she (they) met...