It's Early Summer, so You're Here

In 2012, the spring sunshine shone on Maocao's face through the classroom window. She sat in the art class, looking forward to the new day. This was her first art class and she was full of love and desire for painting. Mao Cao's eyes couldn't help but fall on a corner of the classroom, where a boy with black hair and eyes was sitting. He was looking at a picture album intently. Maocao approached curiously, wanting to see what he was looking at. Just when she was about to speak, the boy suddenly raised his head, and his eyes met Mao Cao's in the air. Mao Cao couldn't help but lower his head in embarrassment.