Intimate Lover

Yang Zhi was lying on the bed, and the past events appeared in his mind one after another. In the morning light, a girl stood at the entrance of the alley, her pure eyes blowing through his heart like the spring breeze; when he approached her for the first time, her soft black hair gently slipped through his palm; she was always so quiet, as quiet as a rabbit; and how gentle she was, her smile could calm his passionate heart. He always thought that they would hold hands and grow old together...