They had a mutual affection for each other in high school, but they met by chance during an internship for half a year in college. They were extinguished like an unknown liquid that was constantly being pulled, and like his dark and unclear eyes wantonly passing over her profile and back again and again. There was a pride that could not be hidden in his deep bones and blood. At this age when love was supposed to happen, the "it's a trouble" he slowly said again and again blurred her seven years of love. She thought that in his eyes, love must be a consumable. Otherwise, why were so many ambiguities and involvements so easily brushed aside by him? It had nothing to do with Fengyue. The scent of affection followed the evening breeze passing through the alley, and was everywhere in the alleys. The two of them were the only ones looking at each other, and no one was willing to take another step forward. He is noble and proud, while she is soft and young and wanton. In the seven wasted years, I kept twisting it up and putting it down gently. Until the year of 24, peach blossoms are in March, stars are stolen in September, and honeysuckle is in December. The flower buds that have been closed for seven springs and autumns slowly stretch out, warm and profound.
Concept: The male and female protagonists created by the author are different. I love all kinds of men and women with young faces and bodies that make my heart beat. But the one that keeps making my heart beat faster and accompanying me from obscure to familiar is just you.