As for early summer, there's the fresh scent of camphor trees mingled with a hint of flirtation. At sixteen, I met you all. Love had not yet blossomed.
Xia Qianqian always thought that encounter was written in the stars, a sorrow unresolved in this mortal world.
I thought I loved you.
I thought you loved me too.
Only at the end did I understand: it was all in my head.
Big gan ba de O(∩_∩)O~