Mo Gan

He is the boy in my dream that I miss day and night, shining brightly in the scorching summer sun. He is like summer citrus, like the afterglow of the sunset, and the mottled reflection under the shade of green trees, which blurs my thoughts and touches my heartstrings. The gentle and restrained sedimentation and the inadvertent youthful feeling appeared in him. He was clean and gentle. Although he was like a moth flying to the flame, I couldn't help but feel my heart beat again and again... Is it the chirping of cicadas in summer that makes people anxious or is it my own uneasy heart? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.