That fall, she transferred to a middle school near her aunt's home. The dark clouds of the past still seem to hang over the clear sky of the present, sensitive and unpleasant. She hopes that the future will be calm and peaceful, which is her constant vision after coming to this strange city. The temperature of the seeds germinating, the uncontrollable heartbeat when their eyes met, the faint sunlight shining on the fingertips that accidentally touched each other in the afternoon, she seemed to be in a trance, not sure whether all of this was real. When a ray of cool wind hit her back, the sound of cracking floated in her mind, starting from her uncle's broken bowl and scratching her aunt. The broken friendship with her only true friend, that person's hotness and coldness... She was caught up in the waves again, but this time, he pulled her ashore, and she whispered, "I did something wrong again." He whispered softly into her ear, half-wrong, there was no absolute right or wrong.
Intention: Don't disturb me, keep each other well. This is my only blessing to the people I like but miss.
