There is always a person in your life who will make you feel that you are lucky if you get it or you are lucky if you lose it, regardless of cause and effect.
For Yan Jing, love means that before meeting Song Yi, he never thought about what longing was like, and after meeting him, he never thought about what regret would be like. The summer of seventeen years old is a dividing line. The cold and ruthless girl secretly hid a secret named Song Yi in her heart. From then on, her youth gained an ambiguous blue color, like Wei Ran under the white clouds, graceful and graceful.
The sky leaves no trace of the bird, but I have flown through it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
