Prince of Tennis: She Enters the Painting

She is like a painting, her heart like water. Across the water, she stands alone. I turn back to look, and all has become a distant blur. Just one glance was enough for so many feelings to become intertwined Do you remember when we first met? Irises filled the sky, carrying my longing as they drifted away. In that instant when you looked back, what did you see? And what could I leave behind? The Buddha said: Face things with a smile, and do not complain. Be at ease, follow your heart, be yourself, and go with the flow. What is destined to change your life will happen in the time it takes a flower to bloom, a hundred years from now. P.S. This story was originally titled Like a Painting, Like Water. After it was locked, I thought about it for a long time and revised it again and again. In the end, I decided it would be better to start a new story!