An otome that is not quite an otome, short story, finished in one go.
I can't tell what I want to express, but in a discussion in the group before, someone said that Zhang Jiale is very suitable for a crush, and I thought so.
So she finished writing this article, about how there once was such a boy who shone brightly in her youth and never forgot it.
It's glass shards, first person, x you, I'm in love with Zhang Jiale, be careful before entering
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It was clear that many years ago, he and I were side by side, wearing the same style of school uniform, and passing by the same sycamore tree. Gusts of wind blew, the branches and leaves swayed, and the leaves rustled. We looked up at the same time and saw the same fallen leaf swirling and falling from the sky.
We were so close at that time, so close that just by turning our heads slightly, we could clearly see the slight curve of his mouth.
He was shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and even his hair was gleaming with light.
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Intention: never forget