Cheng Shulang turned around and saw the young man in a black windbreaker.
The eyes were so dark, so dark... So dark that they seemed to glow with a faint purple.
He smiled at him, so tenderly that it melted people.
His slightly long black hair hung on his shoulders, but his smile was sharp and angular.
Pang Dongmo raised his head and looked at the sunny boy lovingly.
There seemed to be something flickering in his smile, so bright.
His occasional frown made people want to reach out and smooth it out.
Sometimes his eyes were firm, and sometimes he felt lost.
Such them. What kind of story is there?