Time is like sand. In a blink of an eye, we are about to bid farewell to our youth. When we were eighteen years old! Ignorant love and ignorant things all come to mind. Perhaps that is our youth, the youth of eighteen years old. Looking out of the window, the sunset on campus is always romantic. When the summer breeze blows slightly, who is secretly watching the king fish in the corner? Our youth has begun!
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
