My name is Xu Jianing, and my friends call me Xiaoning.
In the summer when I was seventeen years old, the wind still carried the fragrance of camellias. I thought that life would go on step by step like the formula in the textbook. It was not until later that I understood that there is never a standard answer to the question of youth, and there is no way back.
Those moments where we laughed, cried, loved, and hated, those who thought they would be together forever, were eventually washed away by time, leaving only a sigh.
This is my story, a story from tenderness to despair, from freshness to death...
Intention: youth