I always subconsciously looked back to him in the back row, thinking it was just a habitual dependence. It wasn't until I graduated that I realized that those proper help, the moment he rescued me, and the warm baby stuffed in my drawer were never easy things. It turned out that not only was my heart secretly moved, but the young man in the back seat had also been staring at me my entire youth.
Concept: Those moments that we look back frequently hide the preference of our entire youth