That summer, Su Moli met Chen Yiran.
That summer was sour.
That summer, Su Moli lost Chen Yiran.
That summer was hard.
That summer, Su Moli met He Yisheng.
That summer was sweet.
That summer, Su Moli met Chen Yiran again.
That summer was bitter.
In the light years of midsummer, she and him, whether their gentle waiting could outlast the initial throbbing, what should she do?
This article is about the youth campus. It is my first time to write an article. In fact, there is my own shadow in this story. I just want to share with you a love that is neither heart-wrenching nor unforgettable, a little warm, a little sweet, a little painful and a little bitter. If you can, sit on the sofa in the afternoon, sip a cappuccino in the lazy daylight, and watch their youth stories with me.