“I have been worshiping a hero since I was eighteen years old. That summer, he was the only one willing to help me, and he even let me throw away a bouquet of roses.”
Chi Yan’s heart was pounding, and he couldn’t help but prick up his ears to listen: “Well, what happened later?”
“Later, I took that bouquet of roses home. All summer long, I couldn’t bear to throw them away.”
“I thought about it for a long time and couldn’t understand why.
“Much later, that hero was stubborn and refused to admit that he likes me. But I wanted to tell him that we met when we were young and the first time I fell in love. Thus, for the rest of my life, it will always be him.”
Like this moon in my hometown.
Even if the dark clouds cover the heart, making people lost a lot of time. But one day, the clouds will disperse. When she has grown up, she will know and will understand.
(Translated by Vico SDL, edited by peanuts)