Lin Jianzhong
First month.
The bookstore is still the same as before, and the smell of cheap coffee is in the air, mixed with the smell of ink on the old bookshelves, lingering on the tip of my nose.
I casually pulled out an old book with its corners rolled up and slowly read it - of course I was not reading, I was just waiting for my girlfriend.
She was a girl I met a month ago. She was standing in the same position as me. She had long black hair, fair skin, and was wearing a goose-yellow down jacket. She had a faint scent of jasmine - I fell in love with her at first sight.
Of course, she is the same.
She felt my hot gaze and hurriedly lowered her head, her hanging hair covering her hot and red cheeks.
I took a lot of photos of her, picked the most beautiful one and posted it online, described her with all the beautiful poems I could find, and stayed in the bookstore from morning to night, feeling the throbbing and beauty.
A month of persistence paid off, and today she officially became my girlfriend. We decided to have our first wonderful date in this bookstore.
Conception: