The Evening Breeze Knows What It Means and Is Affectionate Without Saying a Word

Young people like it, half of it is sweet and half of it is timid. They were in the same classroom, and they liked each other silently despite the distance that they dare not say. Later we separated and lost contact, thinking that only regrets remained in our youth. Until they met again after the college entrance examination, he looked at her with uncontrollable tenderness and obsession in his eyes: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time." Abuse is missing out, sweetness is coming back again. The evening breeze knows what it means and is affectionate without saying a word. It turns out that restraint and waiting are always two-way.