She and I were orphans. Not long after that, she was adopted by a couple. She gave me a piece of paper, asking me to meet her under the maple tree near the playground not too far from this orphanage.

I have been in this city for 6 years since she left. I dare not miss a single moment, afraid of missing her. I witnessed every moment, every season that made that maple tree change. In the summer, the maple leaves are still green, that green gradually turns yellow, orange, red in the fall, gradually falling, and in the winter, the maple leaves have all fallen when spring comes, the maple tree flowers and bears fruit.

I saw it, it was her. What was she saying? Could it be that she was scolding me because she couldn't see me? So cute, I smiled softly, trying not to make a sound. I tried not to make any noise with each step I took. I quietly went to her side and placed my hand on her head, I gently stroked it.

She turned around, surprised by my presence. Then we sat there for about 30 minutes to briefly talk about each other's current situation. Then I learned that she had been studying abroad for the past few years, studying and working at the same time.

We then gradually, step by step, moved towards a loving relationship. We still talked about the old days when we were in the orphanage. We were happy when we were together, I knew how to calm her down when she was angry, she knew how to help me when I was busy.

The autumn weather was chilly, I shivered a few times, it seemed like spending some time standing under this maple tree every day had become a habit that was hard to break. She was always worried about my health, every time I stood outside at night for a little too long, she would urge me to go home. Today was the same, she was saying the same familiar words to me.

"Alright, honey. I remember, next time I won't stand outside at night for too long. Let's go inside quickly, you didn't dress warmly enough, so you might be the one who catches a cold first."