In 2015, Xie Qingci met a girl and he just wanted to tease her. But I didn't expect that every moment afterwards would be related to her.
Youth is sour and slightly sweet, but occasionally mixed with a bit of bitterness.
In the summer of 2015, the branches grew wildly and the greenery surged. Before Chi Wu understood what liking meant, some people and certain things left the scene sadly. Just like the wind that year, it was too fast to catch.
The cicadas are noisy and the sun is hot.
The wind blows through the layers of leaves, bringing with it heat and worry.
The lush branches and leaves covered the sky and the unexpressed love in their eyes.
Intention: Don't put down the hand you grasped
