Han Haixi has liked Hexuan for many years. Such a shrewd woman can act like a little girl in front of the people she likes... A father, a mother, a younger brother, a childhood sweetheart, four childhood sweethearts, and three friends. There are only so many people in Han Haixi's life. She loves them and loves them in her own way, even by any means. Ups and downs, vigorously. She has done many wrong things, but she only wants their happiness and health.
The wind blew gently, and many years passed. When Haixi held Hexuan's hand, she walked happily on the streets of the foggy city. After understanding everything, she recalled her youth and theirs, and only remembered that she was too frivolous and too stupid when she was young. She hurt the people she wanted to protect, gave opportunities to the people she hated, missed too many beautiful things, and almost missed him. She smiled warmly and squeezed Hexuan's hand. The two looked at each other, smiling so happily.
Our youth was so beautiful and frivolous. As young and ignorant people, do we still remember the pain, laughter, beauty, hatred and tears of our youth?
Listen to your singing of old songs. Who knows when you are young and frivolous?