That summer, Xia Ju met him for the first time. When she first met, she never expected that she would like him so much later. His clean and dazzling youthful spirit cleared up all the rainy seasons in her girlhood and redeemed her unbearableness and helplessness. That midsummer night, Xia Ju wrote her thoughts in her notebook: "I like the moon, but the moon doesn't know."
The curvature of the corners of her mouth when she smiled, and the light in her eyes when she looked at him, were like someone walking up to him with a lamp in the dark, giving him light, and leading him out of the darkness to find the direction.
Intention: I like someone just because it is him