Life isn’t full of endless grudges and vendettas. It’s made up of one farewell and reunion, one joy and sorrow, after another. There isn’t that much love, nor are there so many rebellious children. In this age when everything is considered inferior except studying, young people may be prone to melancholy, but there is more of the clear breeze and bright moon, the swaying willows, the grass growing and birds singing. And so, as time passes, we slowly grow up.
Ai Xuexi never dreamed that there had once been a girl who liked him so much.
