A short sentimental novel, written about four years ago, maybe five years ago.
She would occasionally dream about the night before the college entrance examination, when she was so nervous that she couldn't sleep, and he led her around and around the playground.
The two listened to the song together, and she walked on his left hand side.
Time suddenly became so slow, the summer cicadas stopped chirping, the stars stopped shifting, and the water flow hung on the mountains and stopped coming down.
He was still beside her and said to her: "Let's keep going like this."
It would have been great if she had said, "Okay."
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