Secrets Happened on the Litchi Island

My brother's classmate became my roommate.

Love is a pool that never dries up, and every frame of light is a kiss that travels through time.

Our gaze missed each other in the night fire, like a cold deep sea that can never ignite flames.

The first heartwarming moment of the summer camp was when we were honest and had a deep conversation about the topic of existence and birds.

That summer, the island covered in lychee trees was as lively as a child's. The happiness I gained on the island was not just a little bit, it had the taste of lychee ice honey, the aroma of fruit wood roasted chicken, and the sweetness and astringency of youth. Unfortunately, the lychee tree that year did not bloom, let alone bear any fruit.

You are the best in your world.