The girl sat sideways in front of the window, leaning her face on her arm in boredom. Pictures from the past kept popping up in her mind, and memories came to her mind.
In the picture, the young man frowned and lifted her out of the door with one hand. He said in a stern voice, "Get out, don't come in." She squatted outside the door aggrievedly, and the night wind made her shiver.
Turning her head again, the boy held up a pair of small sandals and scolded her softly, "No matter how cool you are, you can't live without shoes." He lowered his head and lifted her feet. He carefully held her ankles and put on the shoes.
The girl's eyes widened, and her cheeks turned crimson unnaturally. "I... I can do it by myself..." Her voice was small and stuttered.
The young man didn't say anything, he just looked up at her lightly, with a gentle look on his eyebrows: "Well, then next time you can do it by yourself, okay?"
Intention: nothing