Three months after Zhu Xia and I broke up, I had a dream.
In the dream, she was seventeen years old. She was naked and her hair was messy.
A pair of eyes were astonishingly bright, looking at me without blinking.
My heart skipped a beat when I heard her say: "Zhou Ziyue, do you want to be with me?"
Still conscious in my sleep, my seventeen-year-old self and I said in unison: "Yes."
I saw Zhu Xia's clenched fingers slowly loosen, she bent her eyes and smiled at me.
Behind him is the sky full of brilliant flaming clouds.
I couldn't help but reach out to her.
A gust of wind suddenly blew from behind her, gently brushing the ends of her hair, and then touched my fingertips with a bit of coolness.
I suddenly woke up and found that the coolness on my fingertips turned out to be my tears.
Purpose: Memoirs of Seventeen Years Old