Zhao Yaqian kissed forcefully and hugged tightly.
Salty tears slid across the skin, cool.
The guitar was placed on the carpet at some unknown time.
She looked at Tang Song in front of her, feeling his body warmth, his heartbeat, his affection.
Emotions surged to her heart, engulfing her entirely.
Her first love was sour, sweet, naïve, and pure.
From the first encounter at the beauty salon, to strolling on the rainy pedestrian street, hand-crafted fried skewers, Wuling Hongguang, 95 full tank, self-driving tours, struggles and refusals, heart-swelling moments, first kiss, being together...
Everything, everything, surged in her memories.
In her eyes, Tang Song was love itself, the entirety of her emotional world.
Her personality was simple, even somewhat clumsy, emotional and impulsive, with emotions showing easily.
Once, her vision for the far future was no more than learning a craft, finding a job that would ensure meals.
