The wind in Qingdao always carries a salty warmth, as if Ying Shi has hidden the secret of his entire youth - he is always looking at Chen Qi'an.
Look at his profile in the library with his eyes downcast as he flips through the books, look at his sweat drops illuminated by the sun on the basketball court, and look at every strand of hair blown up by the wind as he walks towards me in a light gray hoodie.
From the first time I mustered up the courage to ask him to go to the beach, to the wind that blew away the confession in the back seat of the electric car, the young man's love was hidden in every hesitant look at each other, and in the quietly accelerating heartbeat when the shadows overlapped.
When the setting sun dyed the sea surface into molten gold, and when the unspoken words were repeatedly crushed by the night breeze, Yingshi didn't know if the senior who always had a gentle smile had already seen through the ebb and flow in his eyes.
This is a story about waiting and temptation, about summer, sea breeze, and the words hidden by the wind but said thousands of times in my heart - I like you.
Purpose: Choice and companionship in love