The night was dark, and the last bus left. The young man's feather-like eyelashes fluttered, and the moonlight hit his hair, reflecting his skin that was so white that it was almost transparent. "Hey! Aren't you leaving yet?" The boy's friend asked him. "Well, you go first, I'll wait..." The young man paused before finishing his sentence and opened his long eyes slightly. "What are you waiting for?" Asked the friend. "Nothing, let's go." The boy replied. "Oh, don't be so cold all the time, smile more..." On the bus, a young man with cold eyebrows was looking here. A transfer student came to class two and was assigned to sit at the same table as the top student in grade. Thank you for meeting me. It happens to be you. It happens to be you.
Intention: help