Childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts. The story begins on an ordinary afternoon. Han Xinyu was four years old and He Jinxuan was five years old. They met at a banquet, and a large piece of pure white lisianthus accompanied them, which opened up an unspoken relationship.
The breeze is midsummer, neither arrogant nor impetuous. An indescribable emotion unfolds from the softest place in my heart. The sunset was accompanied by the breeze, and the paper on the table floated, revealing the words outlined in red pen.
Mathematical formula.
Time flies like an arrow, and time flies like a shuttle. They held each other's hands and stared at each other. At that moment, they had a look that lasted forever. The lisianthus outside the hall rippled slightly under the moonlight. The boy and the girl stood in front of the sea of flowers and whispered: "Lisianthus, the language of flowers..." "Eternal love."
It's Midsummer's Eve again, just like before.
Intention: Eternal love