Small Note

A neatly folded small note fell on the table. I picked it up and looked around to find the person who threw it. I had no choice but to open it first and read: I love you. Maybe it's the dappled warm sunshine of early autumn shining on the paper, or maybe it's the light chalk dust filling the air, which makes me a little confused and confused now. Already having the answer in his mind, he turned to look at his five o'clock direction. There was an ambiguous and fiery gaze, looking directly at me. Conception: