My heartbeat started from a wisp of light falling on my hair at the corner of Building C.
We met by chance several times, squatting silently, mustering up the courage to test, but only to be silently rejected. The college entrance examination came to an end, and I obviously wanted to say goodbye properly, but in the end I lost to the fear in my heart.
It wasn't until I saw the good news beside the school gate that I finally knew the name of the person who had hidden his entire youth, and where he was going.
The seventeen-year-old love ended quietly, leaving only a tender and regretful memory left in the midsummer wind.
Intention: youth