Midsummer Blueberry Ice

The midsummer wind always carries a bit of heat, and she has always been cold. In the eyes of others, she is distant and inaccessible, like ice hidden in the fog, not easily showing any warmth. But only when you get closer do you realize that the coldness is just a disguise. With all defenses removed, she is gentle and approachable, and even her preference is carefully hidden - she loves the refreshing sweetness in summer. He has a soft mind, with a delicate girlish heart, and looks innocent and cute. He may seem timid, but he hides his preference very seriously. He loves the sweetness of blueberries, which is a gentle taste engraved in his heart. So in midsummer, we had the most perfect encounter. She loves coolness, he loves sweetness, and a glass of blueberry ice has become a tacit understanding between the two of them. It was refreshing, refreshing, and sweet, just in line with her preferences, and it also contained his love. Cicadas were chirping outside the window, and fine water droplets condensed on the wall of the cup. He was holding blueberry ice, with a softness that couldn't be hidden in his eyes. She took a brief sip, and the cold shell melted quietly, and gentleness spread between her eyebrows. There is no grand confession, just a whole summer, a glass of ice, and two people who share the same mind. It turns out that the best romance is never a deliberate pandering, but the coldness of my love and the sweetness of your love, which just makes the whole midsummer complete. Intention: When I meet you in midsummer, ice and sweetness just happen to embrace each other