Under the beautiful golden afterglow, he fell into her deep warmth.
He said, do you believe the three seconds theory?
She jumped angrily and ran away. He turned around and stared at the goose-yellow figure in the distance, blushing slightly.
I don't believe in destiny, but I believe in you.
The cool evening breeze in autumn ruffled the broken hair on his forehead and stirred his heart.
The encounter with that pen may have been destined.
I'm not afraid of the strange and ancient power, I'm just afraid of not having you.
This afternoon, the sun is just right, if you are here
I hope
you
Still there