The seventeen-year-old boy is sparkling. He is always sunny and energetic. He is standing there in white short-sleeves. However, I have never seen the shadow of the seventeen-year-old boy again. I have watched the scenery of the two of us alone. Dear Chen Jiawen, I have thought about it countless times, including today. We have not seen each other for a long time. I miss you. Do you think of me? They didn't expect that we were separated and I was sick. Yu Yu Huanhuan wrote this novel to commemorate you and commemorate my regret when I was seventeen years old.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
