Lin Zhuqiu never thought that someone would barge into his life like that, nor did he think that he could reveal his heart to others so unscrupulously. He liked fantasy and lived in an illusory and beautiful world. Until Jiang Xiao appeared, the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy was like the blazing summer sun, lighting up his spiritual world on his own.
Jiang Xiao originally thought that he would spend his whole life being idle, carefree and going his own way, but the appearance of Lin Zhuqiu was like the quiet bamboo forest in the mountain forest under the hot summer sun, peaceful and comfortable, but without losing vitality. He did not expect that there would be people in the world who thought the same as him, who could easily understand his thoughts without too many descriptions, and would accompany him crazy and make troubles, becoming a haven for his spiritual world.
But all the things they thought were impossible happened so naturally, as if they were just the passing spring breeze.
Intention: youth