People will meet their own star in their life, and they meet the star inadvertently. The star that belongs to me slipped in the sky when I was seventeen years old. The magic of time met in a dream. No one can tell whether it is true or false.
What color was the sky when I was seventeen? Before meeting the stars, Lin Zhici thought it was just ordinary blue sadness with a hint of midsummer light, until...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
