He turned his head and looked seriously into Yu Zhile's eyes, which were reflected in the sky and were astonishingly bright: "I like you, Yu Zhile. It's not the kind of love that a buddy has. It's the kind of love that I want to have breakfast with you every day, want to hold your hand on the boulevard of University A, and want to face all difficulties with you."
Yu Zhile's eyes suddenly became hot, as if something was about to pour out. He opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make a sound. He could only let his tears fall and hit the beach, leaving a small wet mark.
"I know it will be difficult for us to be together," Shen Zhiyu's voice was trembling, but extremely firm. "There will be many people who don't understand, and there will be many difficulties waiting for us. But I'm not afraid. What I'm afraid of is missing you." He reached out and gently wiped away Yu Zhile's tears. The temperature of his fingertips was astonishingly hot, "Yu Zhile, are you willing... To try with me?"
He took a step closer and could almost feel Shen Zhiyu's rapid breathing: "I also like you. I have liked you for a long, long time. It started from the first time I saw you, from the beginning of love at first sight to the later love."
