This autumn, in the maple leaf forest in Maple Leaf Park, the boy who once walked together has grown up. Falling red maple leaves covered the forest, making a crisp sound when stepped on.
"Remember? When we first met, you said you didn't like me. You didn't like me before, not then, and not now."
She stopped and looked at him: "Huh? How to calculate it?"
He hugged her and placed a passionate kiss on her forehead: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Now, you have been living in my heart for a long time, and I only have you in my eyes; it's like my heart was born for you."
She asked him: "Don't you regret it?"
He replied: "I will never regret it forever."
Intention: Originally I wanted to write about gangsters