The summer wind is always so scorching, blowing all over, ruffling Xia Qiyue's pure white suspender dress. I met Xu Yi at a station in midsummer, and a white bicycle broke into July's life. No one knew what the result would be... Many years later, I don't ask you to remember me, but I also slowly discovered that the things I swore to forget back then were just forgotten. The fruits of our youthful love were forgotten in the unnamed July.