She was like the long-lasting and warm summer, leaving hot but lingering traces in his winter-like inner world.
"Do you like me, Qiu Ji?"
"You are so narcissistic, Yan Xin."
Perhaps the bleak autumn wind blew away the fate between them, and they parted in that year of youth.
(I have something to say. It's written in the style of a primary school student. Don't delve into the content of the article. It's illogical!)
(I just want to open a post to practice my writing skills, but I may not be able to finish it! If it's too scary, run away! Of course, the writing may not be good, just don't have too much hope, hahaha, maybe no one will read it)
Intention: To be determined