The spring breeze was just right that year, blowing the evening breeze on the playground. The girl looked at the people on the rostrum. The boy was tall and straight, with a handsome face. He looked like a boy in every gesture. He read the speech in his hand with great emotion. People around him were looking at him. But in this situation, the girl had an illusion. It seemed that the god of luck had favored her at this moment, and she became the person next to the boy.
Intention: Keep loving it