At the time, I thought this kid would never smile again.
During a certain period in high school, we became friends, and she even called me Brother.
I've always considered that time a special experience, one I could never forget.
After going to college, I travelled to another place. The students at that prestigious university were all about competition. By my second year, I was busy with papers and job-hunting, hardly having a free afternoon to myself.
After a required class, I carried my books to the canteen with a classmate, planning to hurry to the study room to grab a seat after eating.
On the way, a slant of evening sun filtering through the ivy-covered Old District Auditorium caught my eye.
Instinctively, I averted my gaze, and then I saw a girl with long hair lifted by the cool autumn breeze standing in front of me. She was wearing a beautiful long dress full of youthful vitality. After our eyes met, she placed her hands behind her back, smiled, and asked me:
