Wenshan always thinks of the summer of 2006, always assuming that if she hadn't made a wrong step, if it hadn't been for him having that look in his eyes, if it hadn't been for the light rain outside the window, if it hadn't been for herself. . . . . . . . , Maybe it's a different look today.
A very normal article, ordinary love of ordinary people, no time travel, no beauty, just light love, deep hurt, love, growth and destiny. The writing style is relatively immature, but the feelings are absolutely sincere. I hope you all like it.