We had so many regrets in the midsummer of that year. The midsummer of that year was so nostalgic. We met that year and fell in love that year. We ordinary people thought we had met true love, but love really did not belong to ordinary us. We missed a lot, and even missed the time that belonged to us. I would like to write this book to commemorate my midsummer.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
