"I was attracted to that seventeen-year-old."
"I am Lin Churan, and I love Xie Jian the most."
－－Xie Jian
What is there in the midsummer of seventeen years old? There are the sweet chirping of cicadas, the gentle wind blowing, the endless rain, the strong sun shining, and the heartbeat that suppresses the belated graduation.
The excitement comes from curiosity. I'm curious why you don't speak? Why are there tenderness between the eyebrows and eyes? Why is there such a huge contrast between inside and outside the school? Why is the second grader still serious? And why did you say that sentence?
"Girl, can I draw you?"
I have liked you for a long time and have drawn an entire picture album of yours. Xie Jian, when the wind blows by you, can it convey my love?
"I would like to use a paintbrush to trace your appearance forever."
Purpose: Youth only comes once, cherish the people in front of you and don't let this life go to waste