"It's holiday, let's date!" She said to him happily. Since three years ago, saying this sentence at the end of June seemed to have become a habit. Whenever this time, he would nod and say yes, but. . .
"No!" He turned and left.
She looked at his back, and for some reason, she once thought it was a kind of liking. Now that she thought about it, was she too sure?
However, if it is not love, what is the slight pain in my heart?
Own. . . There's really no time. . .