Chronicles of Our Youth

Do you still remember whose name was engraved in the chronicles of your youth?

I always thought the unruly boy I met in my early teens would be a dream that never ended. But dreams must eventually end, and life has to go on alone.

I always thought that gentle, warm-hearted boy would save me from my desolation. But the distance was too great, and my faint affection couldn't withstand the long wait.

Friendships in tatters, love shrouded in confusion.

In these most desolate years of her life, who will tell Xia Mian to keep forging ahead?