There was a dim streetlight on the street, which hit the young man's raised hair below, and a few beams of light fell through the hair. The orange light covered the heart that he gestured awkwardly and stiffly with his hands. His eyelashes were itchy, and a small dust particle was fluttered under the light. Yuze stood opposite, and he saw that the seventeen-year-old Chu Xiao still looked like he would not approach strangers, with a little light in his eyes under his thin, restrained eyelids. However, that very subtle feeling of relaxation and comfort was secretly glimpsed by him.
A 17-year-old boy, those tenderness that is not superficial, those things that are deeply hidden in his heart, will not be thrown away easily. Just quietly bit by bit, waiting for others to discover
"Chu Xiao," "Huh?" The young man raised his head, his eyes clear and bright.
"Be good, go home early."
"Also, happy 17th birthday"
I like you, so I hope you will always be happy
Concept: Sunlight can be divided, half is dim and half is transparent