Just in time for spring

The first time I hugged her secretly was at the turn of spring and summer.She was dressed thinly, and the heat from her body rushed towards me through the clothes. I hugged her and smirked, but she curled up in my arms, her ears were red, but she was still dead. She asked me why I was so far away from her. close.After many years, when I recalled the scene in spring, there was only one image left in my mind.I think this is probably me, only yearning for her all these years...