I'll still like you, even though it all makes no sense.
Yuan Mian knew the feeling of having a crush on someone, especially having a crush on someone who was completely different from him. Even though he knew that there was no possibility of a result, he still insisted on following him.
Gu Yuandao was sitting next to Yuan Mian, and they were at the same table. The original relationship should have ended with the relationship between classmates, but the topics continued to evolve and the chats continued to fit together. Occasionally when we go out together, the two people's eyes seem to collide with each other, and the physical contact seems to be a little tentative but stops.
In the cramped classroom, under the creaking old ceiling fan, Yuan Mian felt that his eyes were sticky on the side of Gu Yuandao's face. The sultry heat of the afternoon made the classroom like a steamer, and the drop of sweat ran from Gu Yuandao's forehead through his eyelashes, the ends of his eyes, his cheeks, and even his chest that was blocked by the collar of his school uniform.
"Crazy, a drop of sweat can stir me up for the whole summer, and the crazy chirping of cicadas in the afternoon can't distract me from him."
"The fun between classes seemed to have nothing to do with us. He was taking a nap on the exercise papers from the last self-study class. In order to look at him openly, I also lay on the desk like him, pretending to take a nap, looking at his fluffy natural curls, his closed eyes, and counting his eyelashes. At that moment, I wanted to reach out and ruffle his curly hair, caress his face, and outline his features. I felt like a person suffering from skin hunger syndrome. I was thirsty, and my heart was tense. I don't know whether the redness on my face was caused by the heat or the shame of the thoughts in my mind. "
Concept: About the ignorant love between two teenagers in adolescence.