My name is Xia Tong. In the past 17 years, I have been living a smooth life. In other words, I have been living an ordinary life peacefully. It wasn't until I met him when I was 17 years old that he was a mysterious boy who turned the thorns on my road into little stars. He would always stand by my side and smile at me, his smile shining like a star.
On your 18th birthday, Yixi asked me to take you to see the snow in Hokkaido, right?
I saw an enchanting mist in his clear and clear eyes, making it difficult to guess.
On my 19th birthday, Yixi gave me a bouquet of purple platycodon flowers, whispering to me its flower language - lost love.
I suppressed my sadness and said thank you to him.
On my 20th birthday, the guardian angel of my life left, taking my heart with me and flying in a direction I didn't know...
Today is the anniversary of Yi Xi's death. I brought a bouquet of purple platycodon flowers to see him. He said that platycodon flowers were his favorite. But by the time I knew it, it was too late.