Secret love is like a gust of wind in a hot summer. It is very comfortable when it comes, but it is also annoying when it leaves.
"Jiang... How is Yuchu?"
"Jiang——yu——chu, well, I like it very much"
The sun shines on the young man's shoulders. His lazy voice makes it unclear whether he is saying that he likes her name or that he likes meeting her.
Intention: Write randomly, get inspiration from my life