Midsummer in Suzhou in 2011,
She was carrying her backpack and got lost at the station.
A phone call brought her to the vicious and beautiful girl.
They walked side by side on the street, clocked in to work in the factory, and ate side by side in the night breeze.
The ponytail swayed, swaying into her heart.
When she said the first sentence "I like you",
The little girl bit her straw and snorted: "I told you earlier, but it's too late."
Is it really too late?
Still - that summer never ended.
Concept: Love has nothing to do with gender