It was a very ordinary day. The moment he closed his eyes, Yan Wenye suddenly thought of Li Tang.
Li Tang's fair hands rested on the railing by the river, and fragments of the setting sun adorned his hair.
Sixteen-year-old Li Tang.
Wearing a clean and neat school uniform, Li Tang turned around, looked at him with green eyes, and said softly: "Why don't you come over, Ayan."
The longing wrapped around Yan Wenye's body like a biting flood. It was the kind of painful longing. He never wanted to leave him. He wanted to hug him so much, but the moment he touched Li Tang, Li Tang disappeared without a trace like a fragile bubble.
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