She was seven years old that year and he was fourteen.
That day, the crossbar of the car she was riding broke, and she stumbled while carrying the car on her young shoulders.
At that moment, he walked over in white clothes and black trousers, and with a little effort, he was deeply imprinted on her heart.
Time has passed and it has been a few years since we met again.
She didn't want to believe that the boy in the white shirt had become a criminal in prison.
She only remembered that the sun happened to leave a clean silhouette on her back that day.
She thought she was the only one who understood her love for him, so how could she know that she was not the only one to have the memories of her green years.