Zhao Huaimian was walking on the stone steps going home. The dim light of early summer scattered around his face. A breath of midsummer blew. The breeze blew through his broken hair. He slowly walked out of the reflection of the willow branches.
"There seems to be a ray of light in my world."
Zhao Huaimian stood by the roadside, looking at his hands as if they had light, and walked forward unswervingly.
The transfer liberal arts student who is cold on the outside but hot on the inside and dull inside (suffer) × the clueless junior classmate who is clingy (attack)
Intention: As long as you are here, I will always work hard
