On the night before the college entrance examination, the little girl stepped through the mess under her feet and stumbled into the boy's heart.
At that best age, she blinked her eyes, smiled and said to the person in front of her: "I put my heart in your hands, are you willing to accept this gift of thanks?"
The boy stood under the old tree, as if the sky had cleared after the rain, with his back facing the light. There was a hint of wanton publicity in the gentle and affectionate smile on his face: "Ah Yao, I should be the one to do this kind of confession."
He walked through the thorns and picked up his medicine from the edge of the cliff, which became a hopeless thing in his life.
Intention: The redemption of worldly love is nothing more than time and sincere treatment.