Maple, you appeared by my side that autumn when the leaves turned red. The first thing you asked me was which class uniform I thought looked better. I never expected our tastes to match so perfectly. Later, we added each other on WeChat. Back then, it felt like the only things I used WeChat for were paying and chatting with you. But the wind picked up, and it blew so hard that it seemed to blow us apart, too.
Theme: Youth.
