The sunset was warm and the pomegranate flowers were as red as fire. Wang Qingyue leaned on the car and looked into the distance. His facial features were outlined by the light, like Narcissus in Greek mythology. Yan Xin was stunned and asked:
"Do you like me?"
Wang Qingyue put his arms around Yan Xin, hugged him tightly, and said:
"I have liked you for a long time, before you knew me."
Intention: young people's swing between reality and smoothness of mind