Lin Siyang's secret love is like a rain, which seems to make the person in his heart soaked to death.
On that noisy day with cicadas chirping, Lin Siyang finally raised his head.
The southern teaching building is circular, and Lin Siyang is at this end, looking at Li Qingxu in the corridor of the teaching building opposite.
The man stood tall and straight, like a tree.
What Lin Siyang didn't know was that when he turned around, Li Qingxu's eyes followed him.
The rain in Lin Siyang's heart finally hit the trees.
Let's spend this summer humidly with the hot evening breeze.
Intention: Love must be spoken loudly