June is the season when gardenias bloom, the trees are lined with shades of green, and under the scorching sun, the heat wave is in full swing.
The young man is tall and tall, enough to hold up half of the sky. Standing under the golden sun, his eyes are still the same as before, with clarity and no hint of pretense.
"I like you." The boy's voice was frank and clear, accentuated by the noise around him. Instantly, a strong burning sensation swept through her heart...
She had been waiting for these four simple words for four years. Looking back, she had been working hard to catch up with him over the years. The process was very long, but when she got the answer, the boulder in her heart sank. At that moment, she discovered that he had always been paying attention to her, and their love was mutual.
Intention: As for what I liked when I was young, I will still be the same when I grow up.