The two seventeen-year-old boys, Qin Huai, took Yun Mu's hand and ran into the yard. The courtyard is as peaceful as an old man's. The rose tree lying on the edge of the wall is rustling in the wind, and the sun fills the entire courtyard.
Yun Mu asked, "What are you doing here?"
The corner of Qin Huai's mouth raised and he said, "Confession. I heard that you like boys who are clean, laugh, can play basketball, and are taller than you. What do you think of me?"
A strong wind blew, confusing their thoughts. It also confused their moods. Yun Mu's face was quietly caressed by the wind and turned red...
Intention: Their love also deserves to be respected.