On the evening when Song Wanhe transferred to the new class, the setting sun flooded the classroom windows.
Jiang Xubai leaned over and said his name in her ear.
A one-way heartbeat that started when they first met took root.
The young man's eyes were hot and he carefully restrained his unconcealable preference.
Others are noisy, rumors are flying, and the road ahead is long with countless obstacles.
He crossed mountains and seas of people, traveled thousands of miles, and rushed firmly to the late grass that belonged to him.
The sun sets late, and the grass grows wild in the wilderness.
Thousands of miles across the mountains, always with the late crops.
Two-way redemption, HE
Concept: The sun sets late, and the wild grass grows wild.
Traveling thousands of miles over the mountains, I return to Wanhe.