"We stopped under the streetlight, and the yellow light hit the back of his head. The fuzz behind his ears, which was half red, was clearly visible. I finally understood the sentence "It was like a thousand butterflies flapping their wings and dancing on his chest."
/*Yan Haoxiang campus fan fiction
/*Childhood sweethearts
Intention: Yan Haoxiang of Times Youth League × I am a fan of Hong Shuangxi