The first time we met, we were destined to never forget it in this life.
At that time, she was ten years old and ignorant. That year, he was eighteen, a handsome young man.
Next to the pavilion, beside the pond, under the peach tree, a little girl happily played with the mud and counted the petals scattered in the ground.
"One petal, two petals, three petals, four petals,... One petal, two petals..."
The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded behind him, and his messy black hair was coated with a layer of light orange-red light and shadow. His tall and slender figure, with a slightly green smile, stretched out a hand like an angel, but he didn't expect this to be the beginning of a nightmare...
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met