The camphor in front of the teaching building always cast tiny shadows. At that time, Zhou Yun's heart would beat for no reason every time she saw Jiang Yulin's figure, but her face didn't show any signs of it.
At that time, Zhou Yun was always surrounded by guilt and preference, and did not understand love.
Later, she learned what liking meant, but was surprised to find that she didn't seem to like Jiang Yulin that much.
It was too late, Jiang Yulin had already turned around and took fifty-one steps towards her, but she would never take the first step again.
Will the direction your eyes followed when you were young still stay the same? Or is Jiang Yulin really that good?
Zhou Yun has no way of knowing for the time being. It's like a tightly held balloon at a graduation ceremony. Once you let go, you can only see a black dot when you look up at it for a long time.
The title of the article is taken from Li Qingzhao's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love: It's too late to remove makeup after being drunk at night" "More the remaining pistils, more twists the lingering fragrance, and more time."
Concept: The growth history of a young girl gradually becoming herself