We are both cowards, maybe because we are afraid of embarrassment, or maybe we are afraid of rejection, but we obviously have each other in our eyes...
"Wei Zeyan, what are you looking at~" The boy lowered his head subconsciously, but his blush still betrayed him...
"Wei Zeyan, do you like her?" This was the question Cheng Hanyue asked with all her courage. "What do you think?" Wei Zeyan did not answer the girl's question, but asked her instead. But his eyes were staring straight at Cheng Hanyue...
Eighteen-year-old Cheng Hanyue was never able to hug that boy, and eighteen-year-old Wei Zeyan was never able to express his love.
At that age of eighteen, in that summer when the cicadas were chirping, a secret love that both of us knew well was hidden in that midsummer that was about to part.
Intention: Learn to let go, let go, and then move on