When you were a young student, when you were yearning for love, it was great to have someone who cared about you and took good care of you. Plus, wouldn't it be even more perfect if he was handsome and graceful? However, who can guarantee that youth will not be the killer that kills this beauty? Didn't youth destroy these innocent knives?
How did the straightforward, handsome, informal heroine become the thoughtful and grieving Sister Lin? How did the considerate, gentle, and sacrificial hero win and lose the beauty's heart? . . .
Time takes away not only attachment, but also our innocence.