"What's your name?" The seventeen-year-old boy patted the girl's head lovingly, and the girl stared with big innocent eyes, "My, my name is Sang Zi." When Sang Zi wanted to catch up to him, grabbed the corner of his clothes and asked his name, his figure had already disappeared.
But Sangzi never expected that she would see him again ten years later. By then, he was no longer the big brother who gently patted her head and asked her name.