Shen Yu's seventeen-year-old is the lingering river breeze in the evening near the river. It is the name hidden on the last page of the wrong title book that I dare not write down.
She is sensitive and has low self-esteem, is chastened by her family, and is used to hiding her feelings tightly.
When Lu Tingwan was seventeen years old, his life was firmly controlled by his mother. It was his uncontrollable peripheral vision when he looked at the window.
He is gentle and forbearing, does not know how to defend, and all his preferences will always be silent.
An autumn rain brings an umbrella, a rumor spreads, and three years of misunderstandings pile up.
They looked at each other thousands of times, rubbed shoulders countless times, and understood the heartbeat in each other's eyes, but they never dared to take a step forward.
Young people have too much self-esteem, too many worries, and too low self-esteem.
We like each other, hide each other, wait and see each other, and miss each other.
From beginning to end, there was no confession, no holding hands, no being together.
The evening breeze blows across the river every year, and my love ends in the midsummer of the seventeenth year, and I never mention it for the rest of my life.
Intention: Missing something is not a fault, don't worry about it and let it go. Accept that some people can only accompany you through the summer;