The sea breeze blew past Zheng Anyan's bangs and lifted a strand of hair beside Shen Zitong's ears.
Zheng Anyan leaned on the railing on the coast, looking sideways at Shen Zitong beside him: "We would pass each other in this small school. The world is so big, will we get separated?" Zheng Anyan's voice was very soft, as if he was talking to himself, or to Shen Zitong.
Shen Zitong raised his head and said nothing, just admiring the last trace of dusk today.
Zheng Anyan glanced and put his hands behind his head: "Let's go."
Shen Zitong looked at Zheng Anyan's deflated look, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then lowered his head, kicked the stones under his feet, and moved his lips and teeth slightly: "No."
The sound was very soft, lighter than the evening wind.
But in front of Shen Zitong's invisible side, Zheng Anyan's brows relaxed and his eyes were filled with light.
The summer dusk shone on the two of them, casting two shadows of youth.
Intention: No regrets from the beginning.