Do you think of those innocent years we spent together?
Will you remember the warmth in your hands when you are alone?
The memories of youth belong to each other's obsession. And you? What about us?
Xia Xiao thought that she would always stand in the corner of the shadow, sighing at the messy whiteness of youth, but unexpectedly, the young man standing on the other side of the light actually stretched out his hands to him. "I think you are very interesting", "Are you lonely too", "Do you think there will be a miracle?", "I seem to like you". . .
Surprised, overwhelmed, conflicted, disappointed, moved, joyful. . . These different emotions filled her heart, and playing became her high school youth. . .
Is it possible to keep a promise? Is it agreed that it can be continued forever? Years pass by, and in those times that will eventually become memories, your smile is my constant warmth.