In the vague phone tone, "Then we have agreed, we will..."
That year, the sea breeze was blending with the smell of summer. Li You and Xi Han sat on the beach, no matter whether the sea water splashed on their bodies or whether the sand got on their clothes.
A gust of sea breeze blew by, and Xihan raised his head to look at Hongyun who had gotten up at the border at 4:30 in the morning.
"At first, I just wanted to be friends with you forever, but then I found out that I was sick. I couldn't seem to leave you, and I couldn't let you go. I couldn't do it, and I didn't like you."
After the silence, only the waves remained.
More than just waves.
"I'm sick too."
We are all children who have come out of the darkness. She is not normal, and she is not simple either.
But it seems that a negative makes a positive.
Intention: None