Will we meet again? Won't. Otherwise, why separate?
Maybe they will see each other quietly many years later, but they will never be able to look back and say the words "I still love you."
The sky was getting dark, and it was midsummer again. A gentle wind penetrated his white shirt and ruffled her hair.
It begins in summer and ends in summer.
See you later, Nanjiang Kaiyang.
Concept: simple story
