The seventeen-year-old wind overturned the boy's white shirt, and also overturned Chen Ye's chaotic youth...
The day he met Xu Jingluo, the sycamore leaves had fallen all over the steps, and the young man's features were as clean as the moon tempered by autumn frost.
They are a startling glimpse at the beginning of the second year of high school, the half-foot distance between the desks, the shadows side by side after evening self-study, and the thoughts hidden under the scratch paper.
Redemption is fake, sourness is real
The whale fell into the wild, and the mountains and seas disappeared...
Sunny and cheerful (suffering) internal and external heat (attacking) - Chen Ye x Xu Jingluo
Intention: I thought I had caught the light, but I didn't know that the end of the light was an endless abyss.
