Timid and joyful.
The throbbing of youth is like the wind, which is about to fall. It is turbulent when it comes, causing all kinds of waves, and leaves a mess when it leaves. He is also like the wind, which cannot be grasped, cannot be retained, cannot be caught up, and is out of reach.
His name is Chaomu, which means Chaomu, to Xuanyuan, he is Chaomu, the Chaomu whom Chaosi longs for.
The wish is waiting for the wind to blow over her cheeks, waiting for him to love her, just like an obsession.
I've been writing and I want to finish it before updating again, waiting to see you again
Purpose: About love