Then she took the girl behind her hand in hand, and our group slowly headed towards a mountain.

Except in the morning, I seldom take the hands of other girls, especially those who do not have much contact with me. I hold her hand, and I have a strange feeling in my heart. This feeling is like a numb crisp heart, some strange and difficult to endure, a little like the taste of first love. But in reality, I seem to have passed the age of first love, and already had first love, and I and Morning almost every day in the experience of first love feeling, but that feeling...