The scratch paper on the desk in the classroom, the passionate playground of youth, or the flick of my head when I turned around. Do you know I like you?
——"Chen Xinli's Notes"
Flowing in the green lake water, it settles over time, like a mermaid's feeble struggle before death, which will eventually turn into bubbles. She quietly closed her eyes, waiting for the grace of death.
Suddenly, someone else took hold of those hands that were hanging down without wavering. The bubbles were buzzing, and she opened her eyes. She even mistakenly thought that the bubbles were gilded.
She did not fall into the flames of sacrifice.
Is it really an illusion? The young man in his heart was desperate, like a lake, his face reflected in his eyes, and his shortness of breath dissipated at this moment. They looked at each other like Romeo and Juliet's last gaze.
*Continuation of "Borrowing an Autumn Wind"
Intention: to live
