Zhuang Zhou Mengdie

It was probably that lazy afternoon when the young man dressed in white had amazed him for a long time. . . A long time. . . . From now on, anyone he saw wearing white clothes would shake his head in disappointment. No one could convey the feeling that made him fall for him at a glance. That boy, that afternoon, that time, everything was just right, and it just messed up the youth of two people. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.