Under the gentle fall of raindrops, the hydrangeas bloom brilliantly, marking the arrival of a special season. Though it was only two months ago, my fleeting memories with her have already begun turning into pages of the past. As she prepared to take flight into society with pure, innocent grace, I became the figure who revealed to her the adult world, making her pause. Yet beneath that innocence lay an unexpected allure, leaving me unconsciously bewildered. The way she sways her hips and presses her round, soft buttocks against me already reflects the figure of a fully grown woman.