Xie Qingxu x Yang Hui
The sensitive young master was raped by the returning young master
In the spring when he was 16 years old, the wind blew through the forest tops, and the humid air of the city hung in the air like fog. Xie Qingxu held the pen and clicked on the blank page.
He raised his head and looked over, meeting the man's eyes. The midsummer light was hidden in the clear and translucent eyes. The thin lips under the handsome nose were slightly hooked. When he grinned, it made people feel that he was a very close person. However, those watery eyes were not full of clear springs, but the sea without waves.
That year, they took the car to school together many times, watching the scenery outside the window from the rows of villas to the criss-crossing viaducts and then passing through the lush forests. They entered the campus along the corridor with hydrangea flowers.
That year they talked about the distance.
He sat alone, tore up all the letters, and returned to his track without looking back.
"Do you regret it?"
"I, Yang Hui, never regret anything."
Intention: growth