That night, he got into the woods, the school's sacred date spot. I wanted to smoke a cigarette, so I felt all over my body, but found that I didn't bring a lighter, and I noticed a smoker nearby. So he walked over to borrow a fire and said without even looking: "Brother, lend me a fire." After lighting the cigarette, he looked at the "brother" in front of him. It didn't matter. What kind of brother was this person? She was a real girl.
It doesn't matter if you look at it, it will cost you the rest of your life.
The rest of my life is not long, I just want to spend it with you.