In Xie Fu's second year of high school, he met Xie Chen, who came from Yangcheng further south, when he was in Star City.
It was also that year when the Luan trees on campus were covered with beautiful and dreamy pink fruits.
"Xie Chen, let's go see the moon." On the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, the moon on the rooftop was as pure as Xie Fu in Xie Chen's eyes.
The gradually colder temperature has shortened the distance between people, and the hearts have also become closer...
Intention: willingly vs. Step by step