The chirping of cicadas in midsummer adds to the noise. The scorching sun was high, and the sunlight came in through the window and poured into a corner. I could hear the rustling sound of pages turning. There were only a few people in the empty library at noon. Their fingertips seemed to be casually passing through the neat rows of books, and their eyes were wandering around the seats along the window. Found you.
One thought, one glance for thousands of years. The breeze blows on the face, blowing the ears and hair, teasing the girl's heartstrings. He stood upright with his arms folded and his back was hidden behind a wooden bookshelf, and he looked at a fixed direction from time to time. His eyes froze for a moment, he quickly turned around and closed his eyes tightly, shrugged his shoulders, flexed his fingers and touched his lips lightly, spreading a blush on his cheeks, did you hear it? For your pounding heartbeat. Every day I like you is sweet, but the best secret must be buried in my heart. Her hair fluttered in the wind and covered her eyes, her vision was slightly hazy, her lips parted softly and she spoke softly.
"I like you very much, do you know that?"
Intention: Write a he between me and him