When the Summer Breeze Rises, Wildfires Burn

I like girls so much: the way they fiddle with their bangs like kittens, tie their hair in styles they like, pull out a mirror and bring it close to their faces, mutter anxiously about their flaws, pretend to get mad when a chat gets heated, and glare at you with an adorably fierce look. When they're happy, their hands unconsciously link around your arm, and they lean softly toward you. They laugh so hard in front of me they can barely stand, their eyes curving into crescents. When class ends, they excitedly come looking for me, get so close, and stroke my head like I'm a kitten. I ran into the mischievous Tiaotiao on the road, but didn't say hello. I think you girls are beautiful and adorable.