Ten years later, Gu Panxi often thinks about her sixteen-year-old youth, but the image she thinks about most is him.
I can only talk to his back again and again.
Yan Xiaoyang, would you still say at this moment that my liking for you is just a temporary infatuation?
If so, why did my crush last so long.
How long will it take for it to end...
I want to forget you...