The city in the backlight of late summer, with its darkening gaze, tossed and turned the confusion of youth.

  The sunset shines through the glass window of the school infirmary, dyeing thoughts red. Powerful Literature Network + Romance content updates faster than a rocket, dare you not believe it?

  The corridor was eerily quiet, so silent it isolated all the noise.

  There was only that faint breathing and the inexplicably rapid heartbeat that gradually lost its rhythm.

  The footsteps are light, but the legs feel inexplicably heavy. I don't want to break that silence, a somewhat suffocating oppression.

  Unaware of what kind of mentality I had when I humiliated myself with bated breath.

  Hesitating at the door, the hand grasping the door handle didn't move for a long time, and the corner of his eye inadvertently caught that scene.

  The two faces that were gradually getting closer disrupted the thoughts, the beautiful and peaceful scene was disrupted by the out-of-sync emptiness, and the piercing eyes hurt a bit.

  Like a beautiful photo, the elegant and ambiguous distance between two matching faces is very beautiful. Power Literature Network

  It was as if suddenly being pricked by a needle, grief and sorrow spread throughout that small desolate heart.

  No time to think more, subconsciously turned around, not wanting to destroy the beauty of that space.

  Leaning against the cool wall, the temperature through the shirt was enough to cool down that expectation.

  Silently and slowly slid down along the wall, collapsed and sat on the floor tiles, weak limbs as if they had been beaten, thoughts were also a blank.

  Sobs and sniffles were all silently suppressed in that cramped little space.

  Like dense and numerous sharp needles piercing that already wounded heart.

  The expectation that was gnawed by heartache and left with no intact skin had long since become disfigured beyond recognition.

  The sunset is like blood, as if it's the color that heart has dripped down, so enchanting that it's a bit dazzling.

  Youth is a flame that burns without reason, even if it knows the final outcome will be reduced to ashes, it still rushes forward with reckless abandon.

  It was a fearless youth that allowed me to squander these fleeting years, but meeting him was destined to solidify into a warning.

  Tell me those dazzling beauties are always blindfolded and unwilling to face reality.

  His gaze was fixed on the long and deep wound on the back of his hand, with fresh blood flowing out.

  Like a wave of despair crashing down, with an icy temperature spreading out.

  The wound cut by the sharp protrusion of the door handle is a bit ridiculous. Why should I choose to flee in fear?

  Facing two people, I am always just a green leaf that sets off the flowers, unconsciously yielding and everything is destined to be fate.

  It's as if the nerves have been numbed, with each second ticking away like an eternity.

  Tears fell mechanically and wouldn't stop, the chill from her fingertips spreading to her heart.

  "The creak—” The door handle turned downwards, and as he walked out from inside, I subconsciously wanted to escape.

  "Mu Liang? Mu Liang, what's wrong?" Her delicate eyebrows furrowed together.

  Thoughts of dried tears, seeing him again is like a broken string of pearls, sliding down his cheek, bittering the corners of his mouth.

  "I'm fine."

  Wiping away tears, yet still unable to stop the flow. Still curled up in a corner, that small space is where I feel somewhat at ease.

  He squatted down, and the soft and gentle questions one after another turned into endless tears that fell on his shoulders, wetting his heart.

  Young man, you're so good-looking, how can I not be moved?

  Boy, you are so far away and unattainable, yet why do I still have a secret longing and a glimmer of hope.

  The heartache lingering at the bottom of her eyes was somewhat thoroughly ignored by the blurriness of her vision and the blankness of her thoughts.

  "Mo Liang, don't cry, I...". He looked somewhat at a loss, his face filled with a bewildered expression, like a child who had done something wrong and didn't know how to react.

  Long fingers with warmth gently wiped away tears from the corners of her eyes, trying to stop the unstoppable flow.

  Later... I only remember him tightly hugging me and repeatedly saying "don't cry".

  That familiar warm embrace ultimately does not belong to me as a haven.

  All I remember is that it was the first time I pushed him away, the first time I faced his bewilderment because of me.

  There is no extra energy to evoke symbolic curves, all the temperature lost in the icy fingertips of tears.

  The tone was a bit cold, the eyes were a bit dazed, and a faint sentence "I'm just tired" collapsed the hearts of both people.

  In this way...the three people's complicated and desolate sunset was cast into another space of perplexity.

  The dimming gaze tossed and turned with youthful confusion.

  The dim light of his eyes turned and tossed with the confusion of his youth