In April in Jiangcheng, the spring scenery is beautiful, and camphor trees are all over the mountains and fields.
Seventeen-year-old Shen Zhiyu met twenty-two-year-old Lu Zeyan on this gentle spring day.
Like a timid plant, he cautiously approached the dazzling light. I thought that if I chased desperately, I would finally be able to stand beside the light.
Together they walked along the camphor road in spring, stayed through the late night questions together, and made promises about the future together.
He thought they would reach twenty together and spend the rest of their long lives together.
However, fate is the cruelest.
Shen Zhiyu stayed at the age of seventeen forever.
On his twentieth birthday, in April when the city was filled with flowers, he closed his eyes and never woke up again.
Lu Zeyan guarded his seventeenth year and spent the rest of his long twenty years.
The wind in April was still gentle, but it could no longer wake up the young man who was moved by his heart.
The best April in the world has become his calamity and his grave.
Intent: Abuse, youth