This is a long and affectionate scroll spanning more than ten years, a gentle poem about camellias and moonlight.
Tu Shancha was fostered by his parents at his grandmother's house since he was a child. Under the shadow of patriarchal preference, she thought she was a child forgotten by the world. Until she was eleven years old, a boy named Li Shenyue walked into Yuexi Lane.
He handed her a white camellia and said, "You have the most beautiful name I have ever seen."
From then on, that flower planted a seed in her heart - about friendship, about waiting, and about the love that she only dared to say when she grew up.
Grandma said: "The camellias will bloom again after they fade, and people will come back in their dreams after they leave."
But Shancha didn't expect that one day, grandma would really leave. The epidemic was under control, and she was unable to rush back to see him for the last time. That was a regret that she could not let go of for the rest of her life.
She never expected that the boy would hold her hand through all the nights and cold winters until spring came again.
Intention: May every love that is too late to be spoken can bloom into white flowers in dreams