This is a very clichéd beginning to the story.
Late summer, heavy rain, love at first sight.
At least that's how it works for me
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I don't know what he will become in the future, and I don't dare to believe that he will always love me. The only thing I am sure of is that I can't always stand by his side and share happiness with him.
I stared into his eyes, and there seemed to be thousands of lights in them.
He turned his head and looked at me doubtfully, my figure reflected in his eyes. I smiled at him and held his hand tightly.
This may be the last game we watch together.
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BE, campus.
Intention: plainness is the truth