That summer, with the noisy chirping of cicadas and the blazing youth, they met in the crowd and got separated again.
The flamboyant and wanton Shen Chen and the quiet and distant Xia Yan were supposed to be two parallel paths, but they intersected one afternoon.
"Xia Yan, what are you hiding from?"
"Chen Chen, why do you need to chase me?"
The cicadas have not stopped chirping, and my mind is hard to calm down. The unspoken secret will eventually be illuminated by the sun.
Intention: Growth is a midsummer, warm but short-lived. We learn to cherish and let go in farewell.
