That autumn was neither too early nor too late, neither too cold nor too warm, just right. Just like them, they were fine in those years when they had not yet known each other or missed it. Before that autumn came, they met again and again, but also missed each other again and again. Like passers-by, they did not have much interaction, only occasionally lending a helping hand, and briefly getting acquainted and talking. But when that autumn really came, they met by chance and never missed it again.
"Hello, I'm Qiu Yian."
"Hello, I'm Yu Zhirou."
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