Shen Xingzhi never felt distressed about his happiness until he was eighteen years old.
Maybe it was because the sun was too hot that day, and the timing of that boy's appearance was too clever. Even the sky and the earth lost their color, and the sun and the moon lost their light.
Just like that, that ray of sunshine took up residence in my heart along with that young man, and took root in my heart.
"Hey, I like you." Shen Xingzhi said while the daylight was just right.