With the Wind

"Actually, if you get dirty, I'll clean it up for you." - Seventeen-year-old Ji Ye is a wildfire who will not hibernate. He remembered the beautiful spring that year when he met Song Zhi. Chunzhou River offers a view of the mountains, but also a bright sunset. The branches and buds crowded in the narrow alley have grown over the green wall unconsciously, and they are especially bright after the drizzle. So did Song Zhi. She is the warmth that he cannot touch. The girl died at the age of nineteen. Ji Ye regretted not fucking her hard. Even if there was a trace of his warmth left on her body, he would not be as embarrassed as she thought. "It will still snow next Christmas." The girl's eyebrows are always clean. - Seventeen-year-old Song Zhi is desperately trying to survive. She thought that if he smiled at her in the wind, the clouds would be sweet. The shadows of the trees are biting the spring sun, the wind is gentle, Song Zhi is wearing a white dress and his eyes are full of gentle glow, whispering that he likes you in that short period of warmth. She recalled those tender years again, when a thirteen-year-old boy picked her up and ran stumblingly but firmly in the bright rain. "She wants to be with her Ji Ye year after year." "But if you don't want to look at me again, I won't be able to fly." Intention: There is light.