"Do you believe in fate?"
The breeze blew through the young man's clothes. The young man put his hands in his pockets, looked into the distance, and spoke half-jokingly to the person behind him. The person behind him was silent for a long time. It was so long that the young man couldn't bear it and spoke again: "You can't just leave after provoking him. I'm not a person who talks easily."
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"The eyes of a young man should be filled with stars and the sea, but in my eyes, there is only a young man."
Intention: The boy I love is always passionate.