In the brightly lit restaurant, I used a fork to pick up an extremely expensive fungus, but the face of me galloping in the rain was always reflected in my eyes. Although time passed and it had been many years, every time I remembered the scene at that time, I would burst into tears and choke up.
In fact, when he recalled now, although the 15-year-old face was firm and tough, it still looked a little childish, pure and clear. There was no trace of mortal life in his eyes, which was incomparably clear.
At that time, in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, he was as heroic as a celestial soldier. He was inviolable.
He was the only man I wanted in this world, whether in the past or the future. I put down the fungus and looked tearfully at my handsome husband, who was cutting beef opposite the ta
