"I'm fourteen, and I came through the junior class."
The face of the young man opposite was shining brightly in the sunshine. Only fourteen years old...
Qin Wanxing's hand holding the coffee tightened, and he lowered his head to take a sip of the coffee. The bitter taste started rolling from the tip of his tongue and swept through his whole body in an instant. The heat from the coffee made his eyes red.
"It's amazing." There was a hint of crying in the voice.
Seeing the confused look in his eyes, Qin Wanxing wanted to explain, but he opened and closed his mouth for a long time but only came out with a hoarse apology.
He just thought of a boy, and he didn't know how to describe that boy to others, that boy who was obviously very good but could only rot in the mud.
He just thought that the boy might not even know what the junior class was. He would only try his best and struggle desperately, but he was still stuck in the mud by this damn fate.
But he is obviously so good...
Qin Wanxing knew that he must be looking strange and embarrassed now, but he didn't know where to start. It was a long, long story, and it was their story.
That year when they first met, the sun kissed the boy's cheek so gently...
Intention: Continuously strive for self-improvement and let flowers bloom in the sun