The evening breeze blew through the camphor in Nancheng No. 1 Middle School, and the boy's throbbing was hidden in the afterglow between classes, the side by side at the same table, and the evening breeze of the setting sun.
From tit-for-tat, to secret heartbeat, to blatantly running in both directions.
The moonlight in the clouds fell to the ground, and from then on, the deserted wilderness had its own return date.
Intention: Become a better version of yourself and run towards the same future.
