"Yue Zhi, I find that I really seem to like you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"I've heard it many times"
"I'm serious." He suppressed his uneasiness and replied.
He gently distanced himself from him, "Then you are not serious anymore?"
He didn't speak, but hugged him tightly, making him breathless. The intoxicating fragrance lingered around the two of them, "Yue Zhi, I'm serious, I really like you."
"Shen Suxi, have you had enough fun?" He pushed him away without hesitation and turned to leave, "Shen Suxi, this joke is not funny at all. My illness has been cured, and you don't have to go back with me. Let's meet again in the future." His heart was beating so hard that he wanted to leave in a panic.
Shen Suxi stood under the shade of the trees, biting her lips and saying nothing. Her face that persisted in smiling looked so sad and lonely, and there was deep heartache and loss in her eyes. The sad wind rustled, the blue clothes and the maple leaves were fluttering, flying and withering, so fragile that they seemed to be broken into countless pieces, or turned into dust or drifted away in the wind...
Yuezhi, I really like you!