Humming a tune, Zhong Yi pushed open the door. The moment he saw what was happening in the classroom,
his tune stopped, and he froze.
Several classroom windows stood wide open, and the fans overhead whirred. The air was filled with the mixed scents of camphor trees and shampoo. A freshly washed school uniform shirt was drying on a desk, and Xu Nanxun sat bare-backed beneath the fan.
The warm evening light fell on him as if it had coated him in honey, sweet and slick.
Zhong Yi thought he could smell that scent.
The scent of honey.
"Se, meaning shy and inexperienced, not that kind of se"
Theme: Live earnestly and always keep looking ahead
