Now That We're Reborn, Who Would Still Study Art?

That summer,

the boy who could talk a mile a minute suddenly stumbled over his words,

while the girl's face flushed red, yet she stood blocking the bathroom door!

That was the beauty of being seventeen.

On the sports field, some people held English textbooks, while others had basketballs or guitars. Everyone gathered together, sharing stories from their summer vacation.

“Yunduan, what song are you playing?”

“Youth!” Song Yunduan looked up, beaming.

“The youth of being seventeen!”