"Don't you regret it?"
"What do you regret? Do you regret coming back? Or do you regret surviving?" She played with the chrysanthemum in her hand, tearing it open petal by petal, watching the petals drift with the waves, and gently smelled the fragrance remaining on her fingertips.
With bright eyes and white teeth, he smiled, but he felt scared despite having experienced life and death for so long.
"You are so cruel, you didn't even leave a chance to survive. Fortunately, he called your name even before he died..."
"Are you ruthless? How can you compare to you? Since you are unfair to him, why don't you avenge him?" She still smiled and said softly: "When you men are ruthless, you never take into account the past feelings, but when you come to me, you have to miss the old feelings. Boss Deng, you are really unclear about your calculations."
She turned to look back at him, her eyes still as clear as water. It was obviously early autumn, but it was like the cold wind blowing in winter, making people shrink their necks and stop saying anything.
In the past, my favorite thing about autumn was that my mother would make camellia cakes. I still remember the taste. She went to pick flowers with her brothers and sisters. Her brother was always worried that they would scratch their hands and would not let them do it, so she and her sister would sing and play among the flowers. Her brother looked at them and scolded them softly, not looking like a young lady, but he unconsciously smiled at the corner of his mouth.
It's autumn again, and it's really cold this autumn.