Secret Love, the Only Language I Have for Him

"Wenjin, do you know that I never toss and turn or even stay up all night for someone... I have had a crush on you for so long, and finally got to be with you, but you have to leave again! Do you know how long the waiting is for me?!" She got into his arms, her tears flowing like broken threads, soaking his white shirt. There was a faint scent on his shirt, a smell of washing powder that she was not familiar with. But at that moment, she vowed to deeply engrave the taste that only belonged to him in her mind, with the breath of sunshine, warming the coldest and softest corner of her heart. He gently stroked her head, suppressing the bitterness in his heart, and said warmly: "Perhaps, if we leave for a while, we will be able to understand our unforgettable love for each other more deeply." She slowly raised her head, her eyes swollen from crying felt stung by the light, and her vision was a little blurry. Then, very quietly, I stared at him for a long time, as if I was trying to remember the appearance of a person I wanted to find in the next life...