In the summer when I was seventeen years old, the cicadas were chirping and the evening breeze was gentle.
Huaijin, who was quiet and reserved, always inadvertently cast his eyes on Mu Ze at the front table. He was a cool and indifferent young man with excellent grades, but he would patiently explain the questions to her when she didn't understand them. After the evening self-study, he would silently accompany her on a moonlit walk.
She hid her love in the corner of the draft paper, and he hid his heart in his calm care again and again.
From the classroom to the playground, from dusk to night, the summer night breeze blew gently, blowing away the heartbeat that the two had hidden for their whole youth.
It turns out that the best love is when I secretly like you, and you also happen to like me.
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