In the midsummer of the second year of high school, the boy's heartbeat was restrained and hot, hidden in every glance, every avoidance, and every inadvertent approach. Across the short distance between them in the classroom, and across the shyness and timidity of their youth, they hid their tenderness and joy in countless afternoons where cicadas kept chirping.
Purpose: To write about a two-way secret love that was restrained and silent in boyhood. Those heartbeats and cautious temptations that dare not be spoken out are all precious marks of youth. May every love hidden deep in my heart be treated with tenderness.
