That summer, Xia Yu had a secret. She thought this secret would always be buried deep in her heart. Until that day, the young man leaned under the sycamore tree, narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows and smiled,
"Do you like me?"
"What a coincidence, so am I."
The wind blew the boy's broken hair, messing up her heart.
Intention: When you appear, your heartbeat will have meaning