Xing Wen and Fucheng were like two intersecting straight lines, meeting from far to near, and then separated further and further away. The memory of my first love also ended here. Just like all youth and all memories of youth, I only remember that the sun in summer is very dazzling and the ice in winter is very warm. Xing Wen's memories of youth are probably that summer when the sun was very dazzling and that warm winter. "
