Waiting for two people to pick up the morning flowers at dusk, and the dusk and haze.
Because we are together, we dream when we should dream and meet when we should meet.
The flower season belongs to you, so stop and go along the way.
Those dreams and realities that we thought about giving up but had to continue,
The youth and love that we once dreamed of but were far out of reach.
Maybe, there are crazy people in crazy years.
"Use the first testimony to forget the last."
An Meiran smiled sadly as she recalled it. Looking at the handsome, cold, cute and lazy face beside him, his smile deepened.
Deskmates or couple? True love or pretending? Him or him?
When the footsteps of youth are slowly roaming in the heart, the decision has already been made. The wind of the flower season blows away a lot of happiness...