What I envy the most is Tang Xiaotian's love for Yawang in "There Are Arbors in Summer, Yawang's Paradise". It is plain and full of sweetness, and there is no shortage of romance in reality.
My deskmate's feeling after reading this:
I thought we were eternal,
So I don't know how to cherish it.
But the flow dries up,
What dries out will solidify.
This is a little romance from my high school. It has been many years. I want to share with you the pulse of my youth.
Conception: