Fall Gently on My Palm

In the hot summer, the chirping of cicadas fills the air. The second-year high school girl hides her thoughts and looks at Fu Yiyu, her first-year senior, in the distance. The bookshelves, corridors, and campus paths are all filled with hidden glances. The grade difference of one grade had been a concern in her mind, but she never thought that her eyes had been caught by him, and the long green years came to an end, and all her throbbing, the joy that the girl had buried for a long time, also fell gently on his palm.