Chronicle of Our Years

Do you still remember whose name is engraved in the chronicle of your years? I always thought that the naughty boy I met in my cardamom years would be a dream that would never end. However, the dream would eventually wake up, and life would have to go on alone. I always thought that the gentle and jade-like young man would save me from the desolation. However, the distance was too far, and the meager love was no match for the long wait. The fragmentation of friendship, the confusion of love, In these most desolate and inhabited years, who will tell Xia Mian to move forward bravely?