High school years - free and unrestrained, bright and hot.
The breeze in summer, the snowflakes in winter; the lush trees by the window, the basketball on the playground; the teacher's pen, and... The boy in white school uniform at the desk next to him.
The atmosphere was slightly drunk, and the bright and dazzling sunlight filtered through the window, pouring in patches on the boy's slightly upturned and naughty hair.
Song Yuan's heart skipped a beat.
Boom, boom, boom. Everything was just right.
All youth stories happen to start.
Intention: to strive for your youth with all your strength