We separated in midsummer and went to different schools in high school, but I seemed to have fallen in love with him. But not good at expressing. I thought it was due to this, but I didn't expect that a test paper would make me see the dazzling him again. Maybe it's fate. In the name of looking for my brother, I always go to see him secretly and tell him my joys and sorrows. That day when I sat on the stairwell facing the summer breeze was the most beautiful day in my entire youth.
Purpose: Regrettably adapted from reality