BE
I was fifteen years old, it was snowing in the south, and the lights were on at night.
Whenever Song Yaochi thinks of Li Xun, she can't help but think of the snow falling on her shoulders;
She thought of the blazing summer sun, its light shining on his face;
She remembered that the wind blew the corners of her skirt that day.
She was confused and caught off guard and said to herself: "I should admit that I like him."
The passage of time blurred his face, and a few words meant a lifetime.
Later, she recalled the past and frowned: He was really nice. Not me.
Purpose: BE campus love