Willows are broken every year, and Baling is wounded and farewell.
Wang Yijiu said: "Miao Juan, the whole world knows that you love Echizen Ryoma!"
Miao Juan said: "Yes, but he doesn't know."
Echizen's sweat had cooled down slightly when it reached his chin, and the lines on his face were no longer so soft. Less of the ignorance of a teenager and more of the sharpness of an adult.
Drops of sweat fell in front of him, along with his still slightly thin figure, and the sound of hitting the ball.
One is to set off the afterglow of the sunset, allowing the sunset light to reflect through the sweat beads the golden color of the years; the other is to silence the crows flapping their wings on the horizon, adding a few rays of noise and depth to the deep dusk.
Turning around, the young man's eyes looked soft, with a pool of gleaming and stunning eyes.
"Echizen, I've been waiting for you for so long, why shouldn't you invite me to dinner? Go to Kawamura-senpai's house. It is said that Kawamura-senpai's cooking has improved a lot. Let's go and try it! I tell you, no matter how unpleasant it is, as long as you eat it, you must swallow it. Do you understand?"
Miao Juan is Echizen's female best friend who is not his girlfriend. She can cry with him and laugh with him, but she can't accompany him until he grows old.