It was midsummer again. Xu Zhi looked at the vast sky in front of her. The endless sky was dotted with orange-yellow paint. Beside her, the young man smiled brightly, his eyes were warm and firm, and he said meaningfully:
"I like flowers, you like the sea"
"Then let's go to the beach together, and I will hold flowers in my hand to love you."
She secretly hid her secret love that bloomed quietly for five years. Her heartbeat in her youth was like a dandelion warm in the wind. She spread her love in the haze where no one cared, accompanying and dancing with it.
The rain lightly touched the lake surface, causing ripples. Xu Zhi stood under the elm tree, and the rain ran down her neck, making her shiver with cold.
"I'm sorry, Qi Yuzhou."
Be detour when struck by lightning
Intention: The time has not come yet, the fate has not come yet, and the destined people will eventually meet.