Yu Zhiyang only saw helplessness and weariness in the mature Huo Qiu. He could not see the shadow of the boy, nor could he understand his polite smile, nor did he understand why he kept a relative distance from everyone, but he knew that he felt sorry for Huo Qiu. Every move he made seemed to be seeing his past, as if he would leave in the next second. What he wanted more was to give Huo Qiu endless love and let him shed the thorns all over his body. But what Huo Qiu didn't know was that when he alienated Yu Zhiyang again and again, he had already fallen and could never get out. His subconscious told him that he loved Yu Zhiyang, and he only loved Yu Zhiyang. The distance he kept was wearing away little by little, and his love for Yu Zhiyang seemed to be uncontrollable.
Yu Zhiyang is waiting, waiting for his only autumn to appear again, waiting for his autumn to come back, waiting for the maple leaves after midsummer.
Huo Qiu remembered that he only remembered: "I love him."
Intention: You are the joy of youth
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