"Xu Jia, our love is not love."
"What is it?" The boy held the girl in his arms and asked gently.
"It is like a rose after the rain, soft but indestructible."
The first time they met, she was talking and laughing with her sisters on the playground. He was standing on the balcony and accidentally saw her looking back and smiling in the huge crowd. From then on, Xu Jia's brothers often saw Xu Jia looking around in the crowd, not knowing what he was looking for. Later, until someone posted a photo to the forum, everyone understood.
Intention: youth