Those memories. Those past events. Yin Qingning will probably never forget it for the rest of his life. First love. Youthful. Illusory. Even though it is within reach, the moment it gets close, it turns into ashes. Now, there is a real feeling shown in front of Yin Qingning. However, she stubbornly dug out the dusty first love from the pile of memories. After all, she still loves him...
But the smoke of the past burns the years.