Zhou Zhihe's kiss fell on the dark rooftop of the sixth floor, and fell on the dark corridor of the community. His hug always gave Lu Yuxiao a toughness that wanted to break her. He had to watch her cry before he would stop, as if their breaths could only blend together in the dead of night. More than once, Lu Yuxiao wanted to hold Zhou Zhihe's hand in the sunny playground, hug Zhou Zhihe's waist in the corridor of the teaching building, or stare at him openly, instead of letting go when he hears the slightest footsteps, instead of turning around and pretending not to know him and running away... Zhou Zhihe's love is like fireworks blooming in the dark night. The more greedy, the less, it seems fleeting and hard to touch.
Purpose: First love, childhood ignorance and transformation, to inspire more candidates who are also struggling in the college entrance examination, not to give up
