I'm in love with a young man who's been hiding in his youth.

There's only one night's office light left, a girl in a white shirt standing next to a high-cold man's boss to sort out the papers for him, a man's tie loosely hanging on his chest, and he breathes almost in her ear when he's down, and a girl's finger shakes. But he pulled the tie even closer, and his lips couldn't help but bend, and the rain was so loud out of the window, the two of them looked up at the same time, and the air was as tight as a pair of eyes, and the man suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into the arms, his chin to her hair, and he whispered, "Don't go away tonight, the girl's heart beats, but she didn't push away."