The first time I met Ye Zhenghe, he still looked like a child. When standing in the sun, he looked clean and simple.
The first time I met Song Yuanda, he had a very gentle smile, like a gentle breeze blowing in the hot summer.
Their beautiful college days are treasured in memories. When he reads them out in the future, he still remembers the body temperature that touched him gently, scalding every moment he thought of each other.
A sweet article, it should be cruelty-free, practice your writing