She smiled silently again: At last, it was over. This romance had ended before it even began. It was a feeling that belonged only to her, a faint first love...
After reading it, I felt that either I read it too quickly, or Ai Ye wrote it too quickly, and it ended before a lot of meaning could seep out.
But it's not a bleak story at all. The sadness of youth seems to have the flavor of sunshine and life. How deep will the trace left on the soul by a 14-year-old lovelorn? Even scars, when you think about them when you grow up, are just as sour and sweet as lemons.
After reading it, I felt that either I read it too quickly, or Ai Ye wrote it too quickly, and it ended before a lot of meaning could seep out. But it's not a bleak story at all. The sadness of youth seems to have the flavor of sunshine and life. How deep will the trace left on the soul by a 14-year-old lovelorn? Even scars, when you think about them when you grow up, are just as sour and sweet as lemons.
I applaud you too.
Give yourself a round of applause~~