That year, the breeze blew across their cheeks, and the two teenagers walked side by side along the boulevard. The chirping of cicadas formed a dense network above their heads, and the sunlight leaked through the gaps. It settled on their eyelashes like broken gold, and cast a light shadow under their heads on one side of the bridge of their noses. The taller boy tilted his head and smiled, with the corners of his mouth raised like the crescent moon on an early summer night. The other boy was caught off guard and bumped into this smile. He was slightly dazed and could only hear the wind blowing by his ears...
But later... Zhou Zhiyu left the country and left Qin Guanlan alone. There was no news for three years. The sudden storm was like a dull knife, cutting through the cicadas and broken gold on the avenue.
Intent: Growth and self-reshaping in desperate situations, dialectical thinking about "love and perfection"