The boy and a girl fought, and the boy no longer said to the girl: "I love you." And of course, the girl no longer said: "Me too." They talked about breaking up and went to sleep separately. At midnight, there was thunder in the sky. When the first thunderclap sounded, he woke up and instinctively covered her ears with his hands, only to find that at some point, he had embraced her again. The thunder roared again, and the girl shed tears. After a while, when the thunder stopped, both pretended nothing had happened, but neither could fall back asleep. She thought, maybe he still loves me; otherwise, he wouldn't be so concerned about me being scared. He thought, perhaps she still loves me; otherwise, she wouldn't have cried. The highest form of love is to withstand the test of ordinary years together. The most beautiful mummy in the world, this is an ancient spell. Friends who see this diary and repost it to their own within three days will get the person they love. If you don't forward it, you'll have bad luck for a month. A classmate said he tried it, and it's very effective (whether true or not, just do it for the one you love).