Yan Xi first met Li Jinshu when she was seventeen. It was midsummer and Li Jinshu was sitting quietly under the flower stand reading. The teacher held the class for so long that it seemed like there was no one else on campus except Yan Xi and Li Jinshu.
There seemed to be light on Li Jinshu's body, reflecting in Yan Xi's eyes, and it stayed like this for a lifetime.
I just want to hold your hand and say "I like you" in that midsummer, that afternoon.
Intention: It's been ten years since the seasons changed, and I still love you as always.