It's summer again.
The cicadas chirping at night could not resist the hot wind.
It is said that every city has its own flavor.
She stood in the wind, breathing in her memories.
Then I remembered that I hadn't seen him for ten years.
She never knew how he was living, whether he was living happily, whether the naughty him back then had become calmer...
She knew nothing about any of this.
Because when she was 10 years old, he moved away.
No news.
And in the summer of this year, he broke into her life again.
Time flies, and the past is like smoke. I hope this article can remind you of your own youth. Childhood sweethearts, a promising future.
Purpose: Time flies, and the past is like smoke. I hope this article can remind you of your own youth. Childhood sweethearts, a promising future.