The scene when we first met was so warm, just like the spring breeze blowing into a young heart for the first time, because it was so beautiful that I could not forget it for a long time in the years to come; so much so that I longed to meet him again one day, and longed for one day that my weak self could make him happy, just like what he had given me many years ago; so much so that even now, despite all the pain and grievances, I loved him more and more, unable to extricate myself; so much so that even though I was bruised and bruised, I still longed for his look back and smile even in my dreams...