Last Words

At the corner of the corridor, Lan Tianhua, holding his homework book, ran into an embrace with the refreshing scent of soap locust. Looking up, it was Dongfang Mo, the new transfer student in the class. His ears were slightly red, but he hummed with a straight face: "You are reckless and don't look at the road?" "I'm sorry!" Lan Tianhua stood up straight, "You smell so good. What kind of laundry detergent did you use?" Dongfang Mo was furious in an instant. He grabbed the scattered notebook in her arms and said in a colder voice: "... Stop talking nonsense! If we bump into you next time, I won't care about you!" He walked forward quickly, but quietly slowed down, waiting for her to catch up. The sunlight passed over the tips of his red ears, shining brightly. Ten years later, he became famous but was willing to give up everything for her "Tian Hua, this is the last time I come to see you." Dongfang Mo stood in front of the tombstone, as if looking at a person through the tombstone.