That year, when Xia Xiyu was fifteen, the boy she fell in love with for the first time was Jiang Yichen.
In that scorching August, the boy appeared for the first time in the girl's youth of fifteen. The clean T-shirt revealed the smooth lines of his arms. At an ordinary intersection in front of the school, a friend casually introduced: "This is Jiang Yichen, my friend." The boy raised the corners of his mouth, showing his neat white teeth, and smiled brightly in the sun: "Hi!" In just a few seconds, the boy's bright eyes and white teeth were engraved in Xia Xiyu's heart, and her heartbeat seemed to have missed a beat. Many years later, when Xia Xiyu thought of that midsummer, the corners of her mouth always turned up unconsciously.
Intention: The two-way rush in youth is the most innocent and valuable thing