I don't think I'll ever be able to forget that boy. His long, pale fingers held a yellow cigarette, a scar marked the area beneath his phoenix eyes, and he leaned lazily against the stone wall, with the sunlight seeming to serve as his backdrop.
Looking back, all I remember is how my heart raced and my face burned. Then came the girls' shouts. So his name was Zhou Si.
Si, pronounced "si"
Theme: Young love is always passionate and unforgettable.
Sisters, can we update it?