Text/PL The hot evening breeze blew the clothes of the young man under the shade of the tree, and the moonlight shone on his face. Lin Yu fell in with just one glance. Walk the path he walked, blow the wind he blew, eat what he likes, read the books he read, just because of that glance. If Cheng Ziyi is light, then he is also an abyss.
Intention: secret love