In the tennis club, a sound of "arrive" broke all the sultry heat and silence of midsummer. The girl squinted her eyes and looked over the back row. The boy had short hair, a high nose, and a clear face with a little childishness, but his voice was always lazy. The boy slowly raised his head and looked into her eyes, and then casually closed his eyes. The girl's heart was like ripples that suddenly appeared on the calm water, echoing all the time.
Concept: Secret love is a long-distance race with an end in sight