That Wind, That Midsummer

The summer when I was seventeen was long, the cicadas were chirping noisily, and the evening breeze was gentle. Lin Shengsheng hid the whole thing in the corner of his desk, passing by each other in the corridor, and pretending to be casual every time he looked around. He is the young man with his own light in the crowd, dazzling and distant. But she just hid in the shadows, quietly looked up, and silently moved her heart. This secret love that no one knew about hid the entire youth and also amazed the entire youth.