In a classroom filled with sunshine in winter, a classmate in a green coat shouted "sister" in front of the messy desk.
She always speaks sweetly, turning the cold winter into warm spring. I hid this heartbeat and looked forward to the flowers blooming, but I didn't expect that spring would really come...
Warmth is like sparks on a winter night, bright and enthusiastic. An unfinished story is gently heated in memories.
Purpose: Those short and hot heartbeats in adolescence, even if they are never-ending, are still the most precious marks in growth.
