First meeting
He is a high-spirited man in his twenties, and she is the simplest in her cardamom years.
He was dressed in white clothes and spotless, but she was lying on the ground in a miserable state
He only had to save her with a little effort, but it was deeply engraved in her heart.
Time flies
After all, the beauty of first meeting is not worth those fleeting years.
The years ruthlessly carve traces of time on the body
After all, we are not the teenagers under the sunset that day
So he drew his sword and faced each other
So entangled with each other
He doesn't want to, she doesn't want to
Is it really possible to just sigh?
What if life was just like the first time we met?