I met Lin Kefan when Yang Ruoshi was at her most beautiful age.
That year, she was in her sophomore year of high school.
Many years later, when she recalled the boy who brought her hope, she would always think of the bright sunshine and blue sky that day.
If she had a choice, I wonder if she would still indulge in that infatuating time, just like knowing that the poppy is poisonous but still lingering on its fragrance.
How wonderful it would be if love could be as good as it used to be!