[Two-way secret love on campus + sourness + be]
Genius in liberal arts on campus×A scholar who loves repeating grades
The heroine who is seriously ill × the hero who is a writer who loves flowers
In the early autumn of the first year of high school when Wen Ting was sixteen, Jiang Lin stood on the rostrum and gave a speech. The gilded sunshine spread on his shoulders, like a layer of fine starlight.
She was his hand that moved the clouds in the dark night, but she was the candle that burned to the end, illuminating the fog in front of him but unable to give him any light in the future.
Later, she opened a flower shop, and he wrote all the poems about flowers in the world, but old heart and lung diseases took her away first. Jiang Lin jumped from a tall building, but he never forgot the flower language of pittosporum - remember me.
