The sound stopped suddenly, and only the rustling of trees could be heard, which is unique to summer. The beautiful boy knelt down next to her. The wind blew up his white shirt, and his eyes seemed to contain her, as well as mountains, rivers, streams, and wild fruits. And the wind that brings everything. Yang Yin didn't say anything. At that moment, she felt that it was fate. Then he felt ashamed of his nonsensical thoughts. But she liked this feeling very much. She liked the boy in front of her as much as she liked the only white daisy halfway up the mountain. So she said nothing, just looked at him, as if she could embed him into her life.
Purpose: There are always many things you can't do about in life. Wherever you go, don't forget your original self and don't lose that person.