In the twilight of summer, against the backlight, that city listened to the green onions, and what lingered in my ears was the sudden thrill of turning back.

  In the scorching summer, a gentle breeze blows through the youth's hair, his handsome face is flawless and exquisite. As for me, I only have one sentence: update speed leads other stations by n times, fewer ads.

  "Soohyun, you're shameless." With a hint of gritted teeth, it slowly dawned on him that he had just been seemingly harassed.

  Lifted her face to meet those smiling lapis lazuli eyes.

  "Whether it's shameless, or hateful, or gentle, or overbearing, all are loving Su Mocheng."

  Long and slender white fingers gently scratched the bridge of his nose, saying in a tone that was both playful and serious.

  "Glib tongue." He tilted his head, the young man's overly sincere eyes seemed like a deep whirlpool, and he would fall in at a touch.

  "Hmm, it seems that loving and quarreling is the eternal truth of couples' love. However, this handsome guy really looks familiar."

  The host's teasing seemed to cater to the people below the stage, and the second half of the sentence triggered another round of commotion.

  "Yes, yes, from the moment he took office, I felt like I'd really seen him before."

  "Like... like Xi Cheng's male god!"

  "Like...?! Whatever."

  "Oh my god, Xi Chen is so handsome!!!!"

  "Wah wah, could it be that she's actually Hwi Chul's girlfriend! The mysterious girlfriend from the rumors!"

  "My god, explosive big news, actually witnessed the whole process, so lucky, so lucky!"

  "What's going on? It seems like I've run into trouble. If I step down, it'll definitely be a huge commotion"

  Her eyes shone brightly, her tone was calm and peaceful without any ripples, the corners of her mouth still maintained their perfect curve.

  Her sapphire-like eyes remained unfathomably deep and enchanting for thousands of years, with some emotions flickering in the shallow ripples at the bottom of her eyes.

  "So... let's run." As soon as she finished speaking, her slender white hand grasped mine tightly.

  The sound of wind rushing past my ears at high speed, in that instant,

  All the noise seemed to have been filtered and settled, and that sentence lingered in my ears for a long time without dispersing.

  The scenery around him blurred and retreated rapidly, clearing the shallow smile on his face in the wind.

  The wind is a bit cool, and time seems to have retreated to three years ago.

  Similar scenes, similar streets, similar relentless pursuit from behind.

  That year, the scene of hand in hand running together is still vividly present before my eyes.

  The delicate and charming profile of a young man, with sweat droplets falling in the wind like a watercolor painting unfolding on a canvas.

  That tender tremble turned into a warm and gentle feeling deep within the soft inner heart, listening to the heartbeat in memories.

  We were once so crazy, shuttling through alleys and streets, the scenery along the way became a splash of green in a picture book.

  Time flies like water, and in the blink of an eye, it has become a vast ocean. The innocence of that time, the eternity of that time, even though immature, is still the most beautiful youth.

  Gentle and elegant, yet cold and detached; charmingly sinister, yet with an air of royalty. Which one is the real him?

  The youth that had been recorded in the depths of his pupils gradually became clear, and the slightly cool fingertips were tightly clenched into his warm palm, warming up that heart.

  "Idiot, focus your attention, be careful or you'll twist your ankle again!"

  His gaze remained parallel to the front line of sight, and some helpless pampering voices pierced through the windscreen and entered his ears.

  "I'm not a kid anymore." The tone of voice carried a hint of petulant discontent that even she herself hadn't noticed.

  Always like this, missing each other and pulling each other, until the end of a desolate land, only then will we awaken, regretting not cherishing.

  The person beside him had an imperceptible upward curve at the corner of his mouth, and his glass-like eyes were filled with the brilliance of midsummer and overflowing tenderness.

  At this moment, the wind in my ears is like telling the youthful beauty of youth, beautiful as a dream but also fleeting and sigh-worthy.

  I don't know how long I've been running, but the scenery around me has been changing rapidly, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the dazzling him beside me.

  Listening to the green onions, what lingers in my ears is the sudden thrill of that youthful tremble.