A non-existent summer is in Siyuan's heart. Will she cry for it? Bless her, Xu Zuo thought, maybe no one understands the weight of those elusive things in the little girl's heart, but I hope someone understands that important things may have no shape, they always exist, maybe no one sees it, maybe because no one can catch it.
Motto: The important things are always there, I hope you can find them.