On a mild but not hot summer night, the boy sat obediently in front of her window, gently stroking the newly born, tender flower buds with his hands.
"Xia Yu." Dan Nian young called.
"A-Nian, I'm here." He smiled, his eyes like stars.
"Is Cheng Shinian beautiful?"
He froze for a moment, thought for a moment, and nodded—objectively speaking, yes.
"Why did she refuse when she confessed her love to you?"
Xia Yu laughed angrily at her question. As if influenced by him, the flower buds did not bloom as brightly as before, as if they had been short of water for a day, and the surrounding areas were a little dry.
Xia Yu lowered his head, and the moon reflected in her eyes along with him.
"A-Nian, stupid." The boy flicked her forehead lightly.
Then I'll just treat you as an idiot.
Concept: Nature and Humanity