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We are like toddlers, stumbling and running in love alone, but always one behind the other, not shoulder to shoulder.
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About the summer eight years ago. Time has blurred my memory, but it was that afternoon that I tried my best to erase but couldn't. The sun was so bright that I rested my head on her shoulder and traced her outline in the air with my fingers. His eyes followed the broken hair blown by the air-conditioned wind on her temples, to her eyebrows, the bridge of her nose, and her well-jointed hands. She couldn't get enough of them.
Jiang Yu reached out and hooked the ends of my hair, smiled and said, "Xiaojin, do you love me?"
I closed my eyes, rubbed the palm of her hand that shielded me from the light, and whispered——
Love.
*The subject is in the first person, with perspective switching in the middle.
*There is an age difference and the characters are not perfect.
Purpose: Learn to grow up