In the past, Song Zhiran had a warm home and gentle parents.
Later, the family broke up and his mother became cold, so he learned to smile and grow up, hiding his vulnerability behind the excitement.
Until I met Xie Yanci.
That young man with top grades, a cold personality, and always walking alone, the stubbornness and coldness in his eyebrows always made his heart move slightly.
An indescribable familiarity, an unknown bond.
Under the shadow of the sycamore trees, the evening breeze is gentle.
Two lonely souls, in their long youth, slowly become each other's light.
Intention: Don't be troubled by practical difficulties, move forward boldly, the choice is always in your own hands
