Ye Xinxin thought that many years later when she was old, the word "university" to her might just be a period of four years, blurred in her memory like an ink painting stained by water. She could no longer count all the details one by one, nor could she remember the reasons for the small joys, sorrows, and joys, and the once vivid faces in her memory had become blurry. However, she still will not forget the warmth He Jinyan gave her during those years. She was so sure.
I would like to write this article to commemorate my college life in this graduation season.
It's about a patient boy slowly teaching a girl how to love.