In the summer when the cicadas sing at their peak, Lu Weilin holds up his camera, which shines brighter than the sun.
Xue Qingyang was caught in the camera by that light.
Later, the photo was developed, and Lu Weilin wrote a line of small words on the back:
The hedgehog didn't know that the way she raised her thorns was actually waiting for someone who wasn't afraid of being pricked.
They were seventeen years old that year.
One is full of thorns, the other prefers hugs.
One doesn't believe that someone will stay, while the other wants to prove that someone will come.
This is the story of the hedgehog and the sun——
About the blossoming of iron trees, about the melting of icebergs, about a person who never shows weakness and finally learns to be hugged tightly.
