Unable to Hide the Joy of Youth

I couldn't see clearly because I was sitting in the second-to-last row and because my eyesight was high again. At that time, I only saw him wearing pure white short-sleeved shirts and looking like a clean boy... The lamp in the conference room was hung very low, and the white light shone directly on the bridge of his nose, which had a slight hump. His eyebrows and eyes were like mountains and rivers, and it was a gloomy and green midsummer... I smelled the smell of his clothes. It was thick and full of the smell of being exposed to the sun. Even without a mirror, I knew my face should be red. I felt hot, not just on my cheeks, but also on the tips of my ears. Maybe it was because the fabric of his clothes was so hot that it made me hot too...