Eight years ago, the government organized an exchange life experience between urban and rural children, allowing him to enter her world.
Since then, the memory has been mottled by the passing years.
That year, Tao Xiaoning was eleven years old and Jiang Zhuoqi was thirteen. It was a season of lots of rain and lots of tears. She lost herself in the blue and white. He lost his heart between her curved eyebrows.
Who said that love will not be sad easily? Who said that love does not have vicissitudes of life? Her love had only grown for him.
She loved him for so long that she almost forgot that she loved him that much. So, eight years later, have we learned to live forever?