"Brother Chen, I... Seem to like you a little bit."
Holding hands, the warmth of his left hand is his exclusive tenderness for him
Hugging under the fireworks, they made promises
"Naifan, have you ever regretted it?"
"What?"
"I regret holding my hand at that time."
"Brother Chen, I have chosen to hold your hand, and I will not let go even if the sky falls."
Intention: Go and run towards the direction of the light