High Temperature

High school student Gao Ziyang × Chemistry teacher Wen Yu When I was 17, I met 25-year-old Wen Yu, my new head teacher and chemistry teacher. When I first fell in love, I fell hopelessly in love with her. This was a long tug-of-war. I tried every possible means and every step of the way, but she silently refused, and I struggled to get closer. She admitted my love, and we hugged each other in the dim corridor, kissed, and made the so-called vow to never be separated. In the end, he was no match for the secular world, the overwhelming rumors and the disappointed eyes of those closest to him. That night, we felt each other's warmth for the last time, and her tears burned me. I told her to wait. When I am mature enough to be on my own, I will bear all the confusion and abuse from the world for her. I told her to have faith and believe that love can conquer everything. No matter how barren the soil is, gorgeous flowers will bloom. But later, I learned about her marriage from the other end of the phone. For half a year, as long as I closed my eyes, she would break into my dreams. I asked her why, and the only response was that she was sorry. Intention: Young love cannot break free from the shackles of the world. This is true for you and me.