The boy who met in the most beautiful time is whose heart's flower-like darling

  "Finally, I can get rid of everything. Su Hee-jin, you're really a handful."

  Wiping away the sweat on his forehead, the refreshing summer breeze blew through his hair soaked with sweat, evaporating some of the damp heat.

  And in that memory, he smiled and ruffled my hair, calling me a fool as he stood against the backlight of a lush August summer.

  "Frosty..." The young man wanted to speak but stopped, with some complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

  "Huh?" He slowly raised his head, gazing at him standing against the light, and responded somewhat absent-mindedly.

  "We've run together like this before, remember?"

  The sapphire-like bright eyes flickered with a hint of sparkle, either in anticipation or a mix of emotions.

  Yes, I was also so crazy three years ago when I'm now exhausted.

  Crazily fell in love with him, crazily moths flew into the fire, crazily disregarding everything to live a life of one's own will.

  It finally ended this crazy tragedy with a heartbreaking and tearful finale.

  There is always such a young man who will be in the most beautiful time flowing in your heart, whether to retreat or advance, all controlled by him.

  His every frown and smile, every move and gesture, every word and action, was constantly pulling at the humble heartstrings.

  Not warning the two people of the unbridgeable distance and unspeakable gap between them.

  Recording his joys and sorrows is your daily homework, but he has never noticed your losses.

  It's just such a humble and unworthy one-sided devotion, only hoping that he will look back on me someday.

  But after waiting in vain for a long time, it turned out that just because of her non-existent lie, everything was completely destroyed.

  At that time, I felt like I was struggling on the beach

  In the end, it turns out that everything is just in vain, a small fish struggling in desperation, like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.

  All I can do is quietly wait for the misfortune of a painful death from suffocation due to dehydration.

  Perhaps his gains and losses were just because he was not worthy of possession.

  When all the glamour has fallen and the heart-wrenching pain has passed, only then will you truly understand the chilling meaning of the two words "not worthy".

  In youth's arrogance, Cinderella's fairy tale is called a fairy tale only because it has an overly unrealistic happy ending.

  Those beautiful lies are only suitable for girls who live in their own fictional utopia.

  But the innocence we needed has long been lost in our faded youth.

  The qualifications for fantasy have long since passed us by.

  "Really? I don't remember..."

  A faint smile at the corner of his mouth was a bitter and pervasive sugar-coated shell.

  The reply after a long time was a thin and absolute negative, the air gradually became a little thinner, filled with a melancholy atmosphere.

  The young man's pale face suddenly lost its color, and his dim eyes flowed with a hint of sadness.

  "Have you all forgotten... But I still remember."

  "It doesn't matter, wait for another three years, and the same question will definitely have a different answer."

  Lost in thought, muttering to himself, somewhat bewildered, the latter half of his words suddenly sparked a glimmer in the young man's eyes.

  Gazing at the boy's eccentric face with a gentle and condensed gaze, lightly pursing his lips, without responding, as if those words had disappeared into the wind.

  I don't know why this young man is so stubborn, as if he had been like that before, his words would have moved me to the point of being at a loss.

  But now, the exhausted heart can no longer accommodate anyone else's intrusion.

  The young man stood against the light, looking down from a high place but with an indescribable warmth.

  "Awesome, considering how great I'm doing today, would you grant me a request?"

  "As long as it's not excessive." He slightly raised his eyes, and the sunlight filtering through the boy's hair scattered across his face.

  "Let's cool off, today is Double Seventh Festival, let's be half-day girlfriend, just for half a day."

  Her eyes were like a pool of crystal clear water, with a gentle and soft emotion rippling beneath the surface. A faint smile played on her lips, as light and airy as a wisp of cloud at the edge of the sky, making her beauty seem ethereal and otherworldly.

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