The faint smell of lemon stimulated my brain. The couple in front of me walked hand in hand and walked past me. My heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.
Looking at the poster of Yan Yalun in his hand, he smiled faintly, tried to touch his face, and whispered in his mouth: "What I touched was real before, but now it's just a poster."
That indelible memory has always been imprinted in my heart, and it hurts every time I recall it. Should I say that I am too stupid, or that I am just not destined to be with him?