This is a story about first love described in a running account style. There is no grand and vigorous plot, it is just as plain as running water and as small as dust.
A speck of dust in the rolling yellow sand is inconspicuous, but it always exists. In the air, it floats and sinks, never floats away or falls. It gently rubs against your skin without scratching, but leaves a trace of throbbing.
This story tells the story of a girl who met a boy in the fifth grade and continued through junior high school, high school, and college. Her mood and thoughts slowly grew and changed over time, but there was always one constant thing in her life, which was that she liked him.
Conception: