The last time I saw Xiao Ran, it seemed that it was in a misty fog. His face had changed from the initial greenness to angular features. That deep and warm look in his eyes looked a little more lifeless, and he was no longer the outstanding young man in white clothes that he had fallen in love with at the beginning.
I met you when the years were quiet, but in the end I was lost in the smoke of youth that was too premature.
And there will be no shadow of you in my future life. Who will be my gentle young man?
Maybe you will always meet a few people in your life, one will teach you how to grow, one will amaze you, and one will make you gentle.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
