As long as Tan Beining can remember, there has been a neighbor brother who has been holding her hand.
On a lost night at the summer camp, Jiang Feng held her hand to find the way home. On a midsummer night, there should be many fireflies. Tan Beining remembered that there seemed to be none that night, or maybe there were.
However, the only person she could see was Jiang Feng. In the silent night, Jiang Feng was her only light.
The warmth on her hands was like a trickling stream, never stopping, infiltrating her heart.
After he left, Tan Beining's cold hand was no longer warm.
Time freezes here, the cool autumn rain, the orange flowers knocked down by the raindrops and pushed into the soil...
The cold moonlight fell in front of the window and hit the girl's thin figure.
"I owe him this, and I do it willingly."
Thank you for listening to this story. May everyone be safe and happy, and may everything go well.
Concept: An unhappy story