In early spring, three people met.
They bickered under the walnut tree, shared a bunch of candied haws at the amusement park, and smelled the fragrance of jasmine flowers together late at night.
Later, when autumn came again, the branches were covered with walnuts.
Jiang Ye hasn't opened that door for a long time.
Jiang Yan stood outside the door, raising his hands and then putting them down.
And Mo Ye is far away.
——Those promises made casually when we were young will turn out to be the only remaining warmth for the rest of our lives.
Intention: "Some promises take a lifetime to fulfill."