September is the season when they meet, and it is also the season of separation.
Jiang Mian stood on tiptoes and kissed Lin Cuo's thin lips, very lightly, with reluctance and farewell, and crystal tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
"Lin Cuo, I love you. Even among thousands of people, I will run to you without hesitation." Don't forget me, please.
"I wish you all the best in the future."
This silent love is irreversible
Intention: I love you, even among thousands of people, I will run to you without hesitation