There was a story in a composition class in middle school. I wrote about 1,000 words at that time, but ended hastily because I couldn't finish it. It was also because of this class that Zhou Nan and Mei Rumo were born. Of course, they didn't have names at that time.
HE, short story
"You and I are not the same person."
"We've always been together."
Intention: to meet each other even though we are far apart