The gentle warmth he handed me on the day of reunion was just the first ray of spring sunshine that melted away the gloom.
In the year when sycamore leaves fell all over the old streets, Fang Wushi and Shen Zhiyi grew from children learning to talk to teenagers wearing school uniforms.
The notes secretly passed in the morning reading class, the umbrellas we held together on rainy days, and the playground dyed red by the sunset, the bond between childhood sweethearts quietly fermented over time. It turns out that the heartbeat has been hidden in the companionship year after year.
Purpose: To bring beautiful and interesting stories to let more people know about me!
