That summer, he carried her to school with her ponytail. From then on, he left an indelible mark on her heart, gently tickling her, like lemonade that quenches her thirst in the summer. She was like the traveler looking for water in the desert. Maybe she would never be able to reach it in her lifetime, maybe the water was in the desert.
——Li Chuhe
Yang Qingyu had never been afraid of anything before, but since meeting Li Chuhe, what he was most afraid of was her words. Beautiful without knowing it, she never knew how lethal her voice could be.
Yang Qingyu: From now on, talk less when you have nothing to do, especially with boys.
Li Chuhe: Why? (Do I have any questions? O>_