That summer morning, he went out on his bicycle. Unexpectedly, he bumped into a figure at the corner of the alley.
Wearing a blue and white school uniform, she fell to the ground, looking thin and thin.
She didn't seem to have expected it, sitting on the ground in a daze.
He hurriedly got out of the car, ran to hold her hand, and said, are you okay, classmate?
She timidly broke away, glanced at him, and said softly, it's okay.
Brown pupils, like those of a deer.
In the days that followed, we would always meet by chance.
He knew her, but he didn't seem to know her.