Yu Huan x Qiao Jue
(A little secret: There is no fixed character design for this article. No matter whether Juejue is a little bit cat-like, everyone's personality will change, especially high school students like us Yu and Juejue! I don't want my children to have a certain character design. Warm reminder: Home 0 has low self-esteem and is lively in the early stage. Home 0 has low self-esteem and liveliness in the early stage. Home 0 has low self-esteem and liveliness in the early stage. I have said important things three times. Don't blame me for being traumatized!)
We had a fight yesterday, confessed my love today, and met my parents tomorrow. My name is Yu Huan. Remember.
"Three! Two! One!" The seven voices converged into a sound wave of the same frequency in the sea breeze. The salty sea breeze rolled up their messy hair, like the hand of fate gently caressing the faces of these rebels. "To tomorrow! To freedom!" This cry pierced the dusk and stirred up eternal echoes among the waves.
This is a sacred moment for exiles. The setting sun weaves their shadows into a long bridge leading to the sky, and the seven bodies gradually dissolve each other's boundaries while running. Laughter is scattered on the beach like broken silver, and every grain of sand records this fleeting eternity. Their freedom is not a pale definition in legal provisions, but the raw energy bursting out of flesh and blood at the junction of time and space.
The afterglow gilded everyone, like the immortal gods in ancient Greek vase paintings. The elongated shadow dances on the tide line, closer to the essence of freedom than substance. When the last ray of sunlight sank into the sea level, their silhouettes finally broke away from gravity and turned into seven seagulls skimming the water.
"To tomorrow!" - To all the sunrises that have not yet been tamed;
"Respect freedom!" - Respect every head that refuses to lower its head.
Officially published on 2025.5.2
Concept: Shackles and Flying: Monologue of the Free Soul