[Youth Pain Literature/Two-way Rush/Bitter Military Love]
Youth is vigorous and green, but he is clean and refreshing, and later he has the taste of sour orange.
The story begins when Qu Shiman encounters a hastily concluded confession at the alley, with the girl's red eyes, the boy's indifferent face, and a gust of wind scented with oranges.
From then on, their intersection seemed to be pulled by invisible threads...
Until one evening, the young man pushed her against the corner, his tall figure shrouding her, with his unique cool aura. She leaned against the cool wall and heard the young man's deep voice ringing in her ears, with unquestionable seriousness, "Qu Shiman, would you like to stay with me? I have confessed my love to you three times, do you understand that things are easy to deal with?"
The girl pursed her lips and didn't respond. He looked at the red tips of her ears and was silent for a few seconds. He relaxed his eyebrows in a rare moment and softened his voice, "Then... Promise me next time, okay?"
The wind blew gently at the entrance of the alley, and the orange-scented wind hid the boy's compromise and the girl's unspoken throbbing in the darkening twilight.
