The boy ran against the wind on the red runway, driving the surging heat wave. The thin figure under the blue and white school uniform was so eye-catching that He Yanqi squinted at Yu Sheng, wishing he could rush up and take the goblin away. The scorching sun was shining, bathing in the gorgeous roses. Sweat flowed down, across the jawline and across the neck. The corners of the boy's mouth were slightly raised. The glasses on the bridge of his nose could not restrain the unruly look in his eyes. They were as beautiful as red roses under the scorching sun, but they were full of sharp thorns, tempting visitors to lean over and sink...
Purpose: I can't stop myself from becoming conventional, but I will remain romantic until death.