Jiang Yi will always remember the summer when she was sixteen.
It is the straight shoulders and back of the young man, and the deep green shade of the trees amid the chirping of cicadas.
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Jiang Wu picked up the small shells on the island one by one and pieced them together into a story.
It's a bit without a beginning or end, feel free to write some fragments, maybe it will form a complete story in the end.
Just be happy.
Intention: The sea and you.