The wind was very sticky that summer
Zhou Muyuan handed over the iced soda. Zhiluoan's fingertips trembled slightly and he gently pushed it away. His eye circles were red but he pursed his lips stubbornly.
Zhou Muyuan didn't understand. He thought he was losing his temper. He thought that as long as he was careful enough, he could keep him safe for the rest of his life.
Later, Zhou Muyuan really succeeded, but Zhi Luoan couldn't wait any longer.
That night, the fire spread over the house. Zhou Muyuan held his cold ashes in his arms, just like he did when he coaxed the boy who cried until he trembled in the flames.
Finally said to him the belated "An'an, we can't wait any longer"
Zhou Muyuan × Zhiluoan
Poor writing style
Determination: Determined to study medicine and wait for love.