The summer when I was seventeen was always long and hot. Layers of sycamore leaves cover the entire street, and the venomous sunlight penetrates through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled and shaking shadows on the ground. The cicadas chirp from early morning to late at night, carrying the ups and downs of young people's worries that have nowhere to rest. When Su Wan was seventeen, there was no light. She was used to curling up in the corner of the crowd, used to being silent and unnoticed, used to locking all her emotions, expectations and heartbeats into a shell of silence. Her world is always cloudy and foggy, with no evening breeze, no sunset, and no stars. Until Lu Xingci walked in the midsummer evening breeze. He is the starlight that others cannot reach, dazzling, clear, and magnanimous. He was born to stand in the center of the crowd. However, he bent down, passed through the sea of people and the gray mist, and reached out to embrace all the desolate tenderness in her bleak years. Only later did Su Wan understand. The so-called young man grabbing the stars does not mean that young men monopolize the sky and the stars. It was the boy himself, the starlight, who personally illuminated my entire barren life.
Purpose: Youth fantasy literature
