What is love? Is it skin attraction? Is it a collision of souls? Is it the harmony of three views? Or you and me?
The wind of August sways time, sending away yesterday's confusion and ushering in a new chapter. The invisible network connection has become the fetters of our lives. You hurriedly walked by my side and brought a dandelion seed, which fell gently on my heart. It took root, sprouted, and bloomed season after season, never falling. I hesitated behind you, until the stars climbed up into the night sky, and there were patches of loneliness.
That city has never aged, and our stories stand as memories in its siege. We pass each other time and time again in the four seasons, but I am the only one who looks back.
You are a medical genius, shining like a star in your field. But I am just a small transparent person in the chemical engineering department, dull and dull. Before we met, I sang softly to you, and you were my best listener.
"Classmate, can we play a game together?"
"Well, what are you playing for?"
"In the long jump competition, whoever loses agrees to a condition for the other party."
"Then, then you must let me do it. If you lose, don't ask me to do anything too extreme."
"Nothing too much, just a kiss."
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"Leave me and you won't find anyone better than me."
"Maybe, but I don't regret it."
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"Yao Yao, as long as you come back, I will give you everything, okay?"
"You will come back, right? You said you wanted to be my star, how could you not light it up?"
Intention: It's like not knowing what it's like to meet someone for the first time, and you'll already be in your arms when you meet again.