"My hands are cold," Shasha said again.
This time I was not surprised again, because I already felt Shasha's kindness to me, which emanated from my heart and would inevitably be shown in her words and deeds.
"No, my hands are warm enough." I said to Shasha gently, carefully considering every word for fear of scaring her.
Sasha laughed, I thought maybe she was laughing at me for being too romantic.
I pushed Shasha and walked slowly, and suddenly I felt that time was so slow, as if the world around me was blurred, hollow, and distorted. There are only two of us left in the world, and love.
"When are you leaving?" Shasha suddenly spoke, breaking the illusion.
"I don't know, but I have to go." I didn't lie to her, but I didn't want to make her sad.
"Look how beautiful this cherry blossom rain is," Shasha said softly.
"Yes." We stood under the cherry blossoms raining all over the sky, watching the sun climb over the roof. She and I looked at each other, letting the cherry blossom petals scatter on our faces, and I instantly felt that the world was extremely beautiful.
"Can I push you around every day in the future?"
I imagined that Shasha would agree, that I could see Shasha every day, and be in such close contact with Shasha every day, but I saw her shaking her head in front of me.
"My condition is unstable and relapses from time to time," Shasha said in a soft voice, her tone was scary and calm.
Only then did I realize that in Shasha's heart, she was not a weak girl. She had her own world, but she couldn't control herself, that's all.
"It's okay, it will get better gradually. As long as you are willing, we can go out for a walk anytime."
I pampered the girl in front of me with 100% patience, because I knew that I might not have a second love so pure and passionate.
I pushed her and continued walking. The sun came out and shone on us, warming the love.
Shasha and I looked towards the sun at the same time, revealing a pair of faces in parallel time and space, which became increasingly warm and romantic.
We take advantage of the sunshine, support each other in the sunshine, and dream our own dreams.
Although maybe it was just a dream.
Intention: The beauty of love