[Black-faced academic master x sunny boy]
Chi Che's 18th birthday.
"Chen Mu, I don't like boys, I'm sorry."
Freshman playground.
"Chen Mu, who was the one holding your neck just now?"
Looking at the man with cold eyes in front of him, Chi Che tugged on the corner of his clothes tremblingly.
"Chen Mu, I like you."
We met in the midsummer when insects and birds were noisy, but the young man Shen Mu held dear to his heart remained forever in the winter when the cold wind was raging.
