What it's like to be excited about a person's momentary heartbeat

The heartbeat felt like a handful of white sugar had been lightly sprinkled on the heart, fine, tickling, soft, sweet.

You look forward to seeing him, and you are afraid to see him. You want him to know that you like him, and you're afraid he's pretending not to like you. Before meeting each other, you may have been brewing for a night, rehearsing it repeatedly in your heart to achieve the most perfect results. But when you actually see each other, for a moment, it will be very nervous, the heart will beat faster, the dialogue will deliberately avoid looking directly, the language may be stuck, it may be gushing, but you have no idea what you are talking about. Will be shy and dare not confess, but eager to be able to be the other party's so-and-so; send messages endlessly, but after meeting but want to stop talking; face each other silently, but the heart has a thousand words rolling.

Green and beautiful, sweet and nourishing like a lychee-flavored soda.