If you want to use color to describe this love affair, before today, I will choose light, almost pure white Yahuang. Warm, dependent gentleness, sister’s smile is this boring life, perhaps for me, is the only sweet medicine that works. The first time that she didn’t succeed was her little fun of sarcasm at me. Every time she saw me sulky, she always hugged me from behind, learned my stuttering tone, and then gave me a soft, sweet shallow kiss. It’s the raspberry fragrance of her lipstick. It’s like a magic potion. I can forget all the sadness, anger, sadness and sadness.