The calm and peaceful heart is stirred by ripples of turmoil, muddying the clarity that once was.

  It was as if all the soul had been sucked out of me, my footsteps were a bit floating, and I walked out of the school clinic in a daze.

  It was I who pushed him away, yet he still had the audacity to be so heart-wrenchingly painful.

  Having grown accustomed to the relatively soft light indoors, the moment I stepped out of the building, my eyes felt a bit dark and dizzy.

  In the distance, a slender and handsome figure appears slightly lonely under the sunset.

  A corner of the white shirt fluttered wantonly in the wind, and the arc that swept across the sky seemed to tell the fragmented years.

  The line of sight gradually became hazy, and the clear figure in the back gradually blurred into a vague outline before my eyes.

  It's as if the heart has become bewildered in that sea of thoughts, with waves surging and stirring up the turbid, staining what was once clear.

  His footsteps grew heavier, changing his original trajectory, and he turned around, deciding to leave.

  "Frosty cool..." The pleasant sound waves carry a hint of sorrow through the distance, eerily entering the ear.

  I don't know when he noticed me, and when his gaze from the corner of his eye turned towards me, who shouldn't have been seen.

  The footsteps paused, the body was a bit stiff, as if it were the first time they met, so familiar yet seemingly distant and out of reach.

  I struggled to suppress the turmoil in my heart and pretended I hadn't heard it, continuing to take steps forward.

  Young man, a short pain is better than a long one. Some things can't be delayed, no matter how hard it is to let go.

  Since it's destined to have no outcome, then so be it if I choose to see but not observe and hear but not listen.

  "Frosty... I'm waiting for you." The voice was slightly trembling, with a hint of fear and cautious expectation.

  She slightly turned her body, and with a sidelong glance, she caught sight of him forcing a smile at the corner of his mouth under the sunset.

  It's as precise as if measured, so perfect yet with an unmistakable desolation.

  Even across such a great distance, I can still read the complexity in his eyes.

  Emotions are like a runaway horse that can no longer be suppressed, and with one blow, they broke through the last line of defense of reason.

  Really, for the last time, tolerate my arrogance, this unrestrained me will no longer exist from today on.

  Even if it's the last warmth, thinking that the boy's bright smile will only be revealed to another girl in the future, my heart is not under control and aches.

  Embracing him from behind, a familiar and exclusive scent faintly lingered around.

  Helpless. Sorrow, desolation and pain all turned into endless crystal tears that wet his collar.

  Accompanied by faint sobs, I struggled to suppress the tremble and choke in my voice, and spoke slowly.

  "Xi Cheng... No matter what happens in the future, I want you to believe me, I really..."

  It seems that I have never expressed my love for him, and the explicit words have always been a luxury that I dare not try.

  It's just that I'm so timid, and that's why I've missed out on all the good things everyone longs for. I slightly lowered my eyelids... I love you.

  "What's wrong with you, Mo Liang?" The only thing that revealed the temperature of the thin shirt was that the boy in front of him was still as gentle as water.

  Still willing to share that love with me bit by bit. Some heartache and bitterness, this play, is it for whom and why such painstaking operation.

  "It's nothing... Why didn't you leave first? I said it would be a long time."

  Half a response, soundless. Only hearing the heartbeat of two people, the gentle summer breeze brushes against their cheeks, stirring their hearts.

  "Molong, you once said that you were very afraid of being alone,"

  I hope in the future I can meet that person who is willing to wait for you and walk hand in hand with you, watching the sunset together.

  The faintly sighing wind in the heart of the room, the subtle emotions spreading silently at the bottom of the eyes.

  "Xi Cheng, I really love you, love you so much."

  It's as if wanting to pour out a lifetime of words, two words repeated many times contain too much.

  The last indulgence, sour and bitter. Helpless. Confused and wandering, a hundred emotions lost in the refreshing air of youth.

  The beauty of embracing in the twilight has become the last warm color mark in the memory album, and the three people's bitter and complicated love affair should go where...

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