In my childhood, there were always cicadas outside the window, hiding on the branches, chirping in the summer. When I grow up and enter the city, the sound of cicadas ceases. All that remains are memories filled with love. There are many passers-by in the memory of youth, and they can all be called others. Because we ourselves are the protagonists of life, this article records the stories of Li Chan and other people in her life who participate in or accompany her life. This article is only dedicated to our youth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
