"Hey, Liu Xiangwan, do you like me or not?" The young man looked back at Zhong Yan with messy hair and laughed. Liu Xiangwan pointed to the vending machine not far away and said, "If you can get there before me, I'll tell you." Under the scorching sun, there was the figure of the girl trying to catch up. The petals of the sycamore tree fell as they ran, as if to announce the beginning of the era of love.
Purpose: I want to give the story a good ending