Time passes by, and time never stays quiet. This is a long, long love story of the post-90s generation. We were very good at that time, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and chrysanthemums were just autumn flowers with a faint floral fragrance. At that time, we were still immersed in Zhou Xingchi's nonsense, and we also learned the fragrance of rice to sing softly in the fields and grain heaps. It was a period of time that disappeared but existed forever.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
