The age of 17 is a short stop in the subtropical monsoon climate in the long river of life.
Before Ling Qin was 17 years old, he spent his time in a temperate continental climate. The cold enveloped him, and spring and autumn were fleeting.
The year when I was 17 years old was special. It was the time when dead trees came into being and spring grass came into being.
The night Ling Qin met the transfer student, he dreamed that he was in his arms.
But...
Ling Qin:. ? No, why is it a thriller?
Gu Xianyan: Crying
Intention: Learn to wait, learn to lose, learn to be left behind