Softly singing of fleeting youth, as beautiful as a painting

  A gentle breeze blew by, lifting the scattered hairs on his forehead, and his exquisitely carved face was lost in the midsummer night.

  I listened quietly to his words, a story of youth that was too sad.

  Her rosy lips opened slightly, speaking in a slow and gentle tone.

  "But... everything has already passed, and I have also let go like her."

  That's good, actually, there are many good girls worth pursuing.

  Obsessed with the past that cannot be returned, the pain is only one's own.

  "Why not let go of the past and start a new life that belongs only to yourself?"

  "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

  He inexplicably dropped a sentence, as if suddenly remembering something, striding out with his long legs, leaving behind a tall and handsome back view.

  Not long after, he came over with a mysterious and childlike air, his hands behind his back, leaving suspense.

  "What are you doing, sneaking around?" I said with a chuckle, looking at his innocent face.

  "Happy birthday to you, Su Mu-Liang! Although it's late, I still hope you'll like it."

  Slender fingers grasped a small bunch of daisies.

  Ink-black eyes with a hint of ripples, slightly hooked mouth corners with a shallow smile.

  Unlike his usual devil-may-care demeanor, a clean smile spread across his face, exuding a warm and comforting feeling.

  Pure white petals are as beautiful as a young man's sleeves dancing in the wind at dusk.

  The delicate yellow stamens of the flower petals make them look even more tender, and the quiet, beautiful daisies outline the beauty of early summer.

  An inexplicable sense of emotion spread, like ripples in the depths of the heart, stirring up emotions.

  "It's very pretty, I like it." I said with a faint smile, feeling good about being remembered on my birthday.

  "You're really easy to fool, a bunch of broken flowers and you're already so happy."

  The warmth was broken by his tone of being owed an apology. Indeed, gentleness and touching moments were not suitable for him.

  The pride and joy that flashed in the eyes of the arrogant young man was brutally concealed under a tone of humility.

  "Hmm, are you schizophrenic? The gift I sent should make you very happy, shouldn't it?"

  "By the way... how did you know it was my birthday?"

  "You're so down in the dumps, I thought you were going to slit your wrists or hang yourself."

  A faint sorrow spread, many people saw it, but he never noticed from start to finish.

  "He hurt you, didn't he?" asked cautiously, hitting the heart-wrenching pain.

  "No, I had a great time on my birthday."

  I waved my hand with a "how could it be" expression, denying perhaps that was indeed the fact.

  If there is also a sentence of happy birthday, it would be better.

  "Don't pretend anymore, he's sometimes just clueless about romance and doesn't have an eye for value. Unlike me, who is elegant, romantic and sentimental."

  The topic of lost love was cleverly brought up again, and the crimson hair was so dazzling.

  "You stink, you've given gifts to others before, and now you're being stingy, it's not romantic at all."

  "Hmph, my romantic interest is limited to girls who don't look rough."

  "Mo Xi Ye, if you don't speak poisonously, will your mouth rot?"

  "Being realistic, you're indeed not very refined."

  He shrugged his shoulders, and the bruise at the corner of his eye added a touch of unruliness to his perfect work.

  "Moxi Ye, I'm a bit tired, call me when it's about time, I'll take a nap first."

  From being highly vigilant towards the young man at first, to now completely letting down his guard, it's heartwarming to have gained a kindred spirit.

  He can see through my true emotions at a glance, and even if his mouth is sometimes poisonous, it makes people feel very at ease.

  The small daisy emitting a faint fragrance inadvertently broke into someone's heart, but it can also be beautifully extraordinary.

  Faintly, as if in a dream, a soft sigh seemed to come from afar, carrying with it a hint of helpless resignation.

  "Sorrow has cooled down, a new beginning is destined to be another tragedy, what should I do..."

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer" is dedicated to you with deep affection.

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