Autumn Without Regrets (Revised Version of the Ending)

After waiting for two years, I read back my debut novel, and my mood is still the same. Finally, I changed the ending according to the original idea, and I feel more beautiful. How could there be such a child? She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, delicate and delicate, lying lazily in the bright sunshine. The slightly narrowed eyes look calm, but also seem to be like a sea containing infinite vitality and power. The bright black eyes look at you clearly and seemingly unintentionally. They can neither hide themselves nor hide anything about you. He even showed a trace of compassion that was far out of proportion to his apparent age. I can't help but wonder what people who have gone through can have such clear and tolerant eyes. I want to know, I want to be close, I want to be lifelong friends. . . Such a person, during the day, is like the autumn sunshine, neither hot nor spicy, only endless warmth surrounds your whole body, making you feel warm both physically and mentally; but at midnight, he is like a fox dancing wildly in the flames, exuding an intoxicating smell, crazily bewitching people's hearts. I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight Intention: