Meeting You, in Cardamom Season

Pingping is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is not as good as rolling up the bead curtain. At the age of fifteen, she couldn't understand the "cardamom years" he said, but the sentence was burned into her mind. Eight years later, he was invisible, but he was still gentle and clean; just like before, she still couldn't take her eyes away from him.