The midsummer wind blew by, stirring the young man's mood, and his love continued to expand in his heart.
The first time they met was on the first day of school. Wen Yuan saw Chu Wang moving tables by the window and went to help. Chuwan looked at the person who was helping him move the table, and his fair skin was stained with a touch of red. Then the seeds of love were planted here and took root.
But he didn't expect it to be so complicated, and they missed a lot.
"Rose, here you go."
"I made the bracelet for you..."
"For the last time, let's go buy a rose..."
Later, Wen Yuan lowered his eyes and kissed the woven bracelet in his hand. The sadness continued to overflow. He said suppressedly: "I'm sorry, Awan, if I had said it earlier, would everything have changed in the future? I'll give you roses next time." As he spoke, his eyes became moist...
Intention: I hope Wen Yuan will not miss Chuwang next time.