"Do you like summer?"
"Uh, which 'Summer'." The girl shook her neat short hair, raised her head, then opened her mouth and looked at the Summer walking towards her, and pointed, "That Summer! I like it!"
"What are you talking about me again?"
"Say I like you!"
"Yeah, I know."
…
All the pain that life has given me before seems so insignificant after meeting you. Even summer is not so hot anymore.