In the classroom, the boy Mu Yu looked at out of the corner of his eye finally turned his head, his eyes as cold as the coldest ice in the world.
In the tool room, the handsome young man and Lin Feng were closely attached to each other, their eyes as warm as the peach blossoms burning in the spring.
But who knew that the so-called "secret love gaze" had already changed its nature?
The grief and anger of not being able to love has long been twisted into a kind of malicious paranoia.
——"Since a gentle gaze cannot be exchanged for a look from you, what about one with hatred?"
Until he had a relapse of his old illness and passed out on the table.
Mu Yu took the young man's hand, but instead of saying love words, he pinched his inner guan.
Are the pages of his books yellowing in the cabinet?
In the diary, whose thoughts flow for whom?
Is the pressure of the college entrance examination a selection of talents or an alienation of human nature?
"She" sneered and pointed a knife at the protagonist;
The boy accompanies and protects that broken soul.
A few years later, Mu Yu's fingertips touched the pulse of the boy from that year, but in his heart he still held the boy in military uniform.
"I finally gave him my youth back, together with the summer that popped out of my fingertips"
"When my heart moves, I just follow the wind..."
Intention: Youth, reconciliation, redemption