The classmate looked up and saw Fu Yang holding a box and walking away.
He sat lazily at the desk, staring at the box in his hands for a long time, lost in thought.
Sunlight streamed in from the window, bathing him in a scatter of golden glimmers.
"Hey, what are you looking at? What's with those gooey eyes? Are you secretly in love with Lin Yang?"
"No, haven't you noticed that Lin Yang has been different lately?"
Listening to his classmate's words, another person unconsciously glanced toward Lin Yang.
Not far away, Lin Yang sat bathed in sunlight, radiating light like a beacon.
"Isn't he still the same handsome guy? What's different?"
"Forget it, you wouldn't understand," said the classmate, waving his hand and taking another look at Lin Yang.
The Lin Yang of the past gave off an air of wild growth amidst chaos, free yet oppressed.
