The surroundings were quiet, and Yi Yuanfeng's clear, steady, and slightly mature voice slowly entered his ears. I'm still used to plugging in my headphones, and I feel surrounded by silence and safety, overwhelmed by affection and unable to escape. Every time I pretend that those words are spoken to me alone, thinking that he is still the one who only makes wishes and flies kites for me.
After all these years, I still feel like this.
Intention: youth