In the bathhouse, there was only the sound of water dripping. Drip, drip. It was very quiet.
It was unknown whose heartbeat it was, but it drowned out the ticking along the way. The redness on mu Yuan's face gradually gathered, and it was even more beautiful than the color of the peach flowers. There was a strange fire in his clear eyes, and there was also a little hidden anticipation.
The love of a sixteen-year-old was not afraid of rejection or falling. Even if she was rejected, she would still be a good man after a night's sleep. Even if her tenderness was beaten back, she would still be able to accept it with a smile.
Young people were proud, patient, passionate, and energetic. They would never turn back when it came to love. They felt that they were the best and deserved the best of the world. They had never lost the courage to love their loved ones even when everything was smooth sailing.