This article is based on the author's personal experience and is a real incident. I met her on April 18, 2025 and lost her after July 3.
Maybe we met to make up for the regrets of the previous life, but I don't regret it. At least I loved bravely. I'm living a good life now, and I hope she has a smooth road ahead.
Intention: The bright moon hung high, and it once illuminated me alone
