First day of school
"Hi, I'm Xiao Wan."
"Hah. Xiao Wan, the evening breeze is rising, the sky is just right. The breeze is gentle, perfect for playing basketball. I'm Ling Moran. I don't study, I've given up on myself, and all I want to do now is play basketball. So please don't go tattling on me."
"I never tell tales."
"Good student."
Years later
"Ling Moran!!
The evening breeze and Burning Flame have shredded the sofa again!"
"Haha. The evening breeze, Burning Flame...
The evening breeze rises, the weather is fine, the wind is just right. A fire burns in my heart, soaring through the sky, silently burning, beyond saving, with no way back."
"What are you muttering to yourself now?"
"Thinking about my dream from back then."
"What was your dream?"
"You."
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Dreams can sometimes be unrealistic, but the journey through the starry river is long, and I have yet to see it. Besides, you are waiting at the end of that journey. No matter how hard it is, I have to make the journey.
Theme: Dreams can sometimes be unrealistic, but the journey through the starry river is long, and I have yet to see it. Besides, you are waiting at the end of that journey. No matter how hard it is, I have to make the journey.
