When I met him for the first time, I felt that everything around me was gradually blurring, and my ears were always surrounded by the cheerful voice of that young man.
There were still withered gardenias on the window sill... But the fragrance from that time still accompanied her, and she often saw that blurry... Figure in her mind.
Much of this book is fictional.
Intention: Hmm... I don't want to lose it