Yuandan novel BE text
Jiang Pan waited year after year for midsummer, for countless cicadas chirping, and for the wind on the seaside, but he could no longer wait for the boy who would hold his hand and wipe the sugar stains from his mouth with a smile. Those once sweet past have become the most painful concern in my heart, accompanied by the chirping of cicadas year after year, repeatedly pulling endless thoughts and regrets every summer.
Intention: love yourself
