When Lin Yu died, he had a photo of me in his left breast pocket.
It was the afternoon of my senior year in high school, and she secretly photographed me looking back in the crowd.
Later, a comrade-in-arms sent the blood-stained relics and wrote in the letter: "She always said that she would take you to the mountains to watch the wildfires in the spring."
But there is no spring between us.
I buried the photo in the soil, along with my ten-year late resistance——
"This time I'll climb over the wall to find you, Lin Yu."
Concept: The love of a young girl~