The most difficult thing in the world is not meeting, but staying together.
That summer, on a sunny afternoon, two slender figures on the basketball court were chasing that touch of orange.
The basketball passed through the air in a perfect arc, and the boy wearing a black T-shirt collapsed on the ground.
"I won't play anymore. I'm exhausted." He didn't wipe the sweat beads on his forehead. His sapphire blue eyes flickered at the boy in the white T-shirt, smiling mischievously.
Pure and clean sapphire blue eyes and hearty smile dazzled him.
He stretched out his hand to pull up the young man on the ground, with a doting look in his eyes that he didn't seem to notice. The curvature of the corners of his mouth became wider and wider. Under the sunlight, he looked beautiful...
The happiest thing is meeting you at the best time, and the saddest thing is knowing each other but finding it difficult to stay together.
Under a lot of pressure, when the temptation is getting bigger and bigger, and in the face of the bloody facts, can they stay together until they grow old?
