When I first met Xu Jiacun, he was going downstairs and she was going upstairs. He was wearing a yellow sweatshirt and a hat. Just one glance made her unable to extricate herself, as if everything around her was playing in slow motion. So he started to rush towards Xu Jiacun like a moth to a flame, doting on this unruly boy as if he were a child, giving him all his tenderness. But she will give up if the stone is not warm...
Intention: Regret