The first time she seriously confessed her love to him was in a taxi after their first New Year's Eve.
At that time, she was sleepy and whispered in a breathy voice: "I like you."
She guessed that he must have fallen asleep because of exhaustion, until a voice suddenly came from beside her: "I love you."
That was her first heartbeat when she was just eighteen years old.
Later, on the wet and cold New Year's Eve in the south, the tall boy took her who had just finished her work and walked on the road with scattered pedestrians. He put her hand in his coat pocket and asked her what song she wanted to hear.
She asked a question and said I wanted to listen to King of Love Songs.
He smiled slightly and sang from the intersection, through the street park, to the bus stop where he was going to take the bus. Not a single sentence was wrong, not a single sentence was out of tune, until he got on the bus and sang the sentence: I kiss you goodbye, in the deserted street...
A full twelve minutes.
His voice sang a song meant only for her, and his eyes reflected only her face. She stared at the red light at the rear of the bus farther and farther away, and suddenly came back to her senses, only to realize that the warmth of his palm seemed to still stay on her fingertips.
At that time, she thought that he would definitely be the person she loved most in her life.
Begonia flowers bloom, waiting for the clouds to disperse.
Concept: Real campus youth