[Romance, feel-good, sweet, wholesome values, everyday life, school]
On the beach in the evening glow, Song Qing picked up a handful of fine sand that had been warmed and dried by a full day in the sun. "Yuan Ye, look! If you squeeze too tight, the sand just slips through your fingers. You have to loosen your grip a little~"
Before Song Qing could finish, Yuan Ye raised an eyebrow and picked up a shell with a sharp edge, polished by the waves. As Song Qing watched in horror, he bent down and picked up a handful of sand too. "Look, this sand didn't scatter. It all clumped together instead~"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Song Qing yelped, grabbed Yuan Ye, and ran toward the hotel by the beach.
But he couldn't bring himself to hit him. He was still clutching that crimson clump of sand in his hand!
