The wind picked up and the fog dispersed. At the age of 17, I pulled the kite and ran. The wind kept blowing and the kite kept moving. The thin threads weaved my fragile dreams, but suddenly a strong wind came and cut off all the sweet dreams. I sat on the ground, feeling my soul disappear.
I endured the pain and came to my grave, and the memory began to flow back.
There is a girl's voice in my mind.
"Shen Zheng, have you received my paper airplane?"
"Yes." He replied calmly, but the corners of the young man's mouth curved.
The boy I had a crush on for a long time smiled tenderly at the girl. But it was foggy and I couldn't see the girl's face clearly.
Until, they were chatting and laughing, holding hands and walked a long way away, and I was the only one left standing there.
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It is an essay, very short, and the whole text is written in the second person, about a two-way secret love.
Demining: be
No prototype
Intention: to be added
