"What are you doing?" Ji He was so stared at that he looked at Pei Minsheng with strange eyes.
"Nothing." Pei Minsheng looked back.
"It's nothing to stare at others, you're a pervert."
Pei Minsheng's head rested on his elbows, looking a little sloppy.
"There's goo in your eyes"
"..."
Pei Minsheng sometimes thinks that the memory of Ji He when he was a child was beautiful to him, but not to Ji He. That painful storm made it stagnant in the timeline forever, no longer turning.
Purpose: Describe a fiery youth