The summer wind blows slowly, with a little heat in it, blowing the hot and throbbing hearts of young boys and girls.
He Yu and Qiao Zi sat under the flower bed, squinting their eyes, bathing in the sunshine, listening to the chirping of cicadas in summer.
When Qiao Zi met He Yu, it was her rebirth, like a lonely ship wandering around and finding a bright ferry. She once thought that the suffering would never end, but when she was suffering to the point of numbness, she met the tenderness of this world. His love was more passionate than the summer wind.
Intention: youth, strength, life