We met without saying a word, a hibiscus caught the autumn rain. We obviously walked hand in hand before
When we met again at the intersection, no one spoke.
I have been in love for ninety-nine days. I am silently counting those few days. Maybe everything will be over soon.
There are signs, but I just don't dare to face them. When the end comes, even if it's not
Even if I am willing to give up, I will eventually let go.
I hope that in the next life I can be like a cricket that knows no age, and that in this short life I will be the only one
99 days with you.
——The heroine
The article is in third person
Intent: Brave love, young and immature love