A short story I wrote when I was under great pressure in high school. I think it is the most satisfying short story I have ever written. Afterwards, I deleted, deleted, and revised it, but still wanted to send it out.
Jasmine is the beginning of the whole story, and I am the end of it.
The characters in the middle are all passers-by, who knows what will happen in the end?
Intention: Love should be free and passionate.