"You idiot, you don't know how to breathe through your nose when kissing?"
"You called me stupid again... Don't you just like that I'm stupid..."
Zhuang Weifeng often thinks back to that typhoon night in the library, as if he was trapped in a fortress with a hail of bullets. Fortunately, he found his refuge...
Intention: I want to write about a love that falls from the sky. There are not so many storms and waves, but there are just some mutual testing and getting closer to each other.