"Greedy, do you like Xia Tian?" Xia Tian smiled and looked at Cheng Chen, who was munching on ice cream, with eyes full of adoration.
"Then you don't have to ask! Of course I like summer the most!" Cheng Chen gave a look that was so stupid that you couldn't even tell.
Three years later, Xia Tian lowered his head, his eyes fell gently on the moonlight, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you still like Xia Tian?"
Cheng Chen shook his head wildly and shouted out of control: "No!! What I hate most is Xia Tian! Get out! I don't want to see you again in my life!"
As spring passes and autumn comes, the flowers bloom and fade. Another three years.
The sky was full of stars, standing under the old tree that was still standing still, looking at the man with a gentle face standing under the old tree that was still standing still, Cheng Chen smiled, more dazzling than the blooming flowers.
"Actually, I always like summer the most."