My name is Li Ruxuan, not Xuan or Xuan.
It is "Xuan", which means warmth.
I was born on a morning in the spring of 1998. I heard from my parents that when I was born, the sun happened to penetrate the thick clouds and cast the first bright ray of light to the ground. So they also hope that my arrival can be like the ray of sunshine that dispels the dark night and brings warmth to this small family.
Spring comes and autumn goes, time passes in the fragrance of flowers.
When I was eleven years old, I met Lin Qingcheng.
Qingcheng, Qingcheng, Lin Qingcheng. There is no alluring mind, and no alluring appearance.
An eleven-year-old child doesn't understand love, but he did use love to overturn the city in my heart.
Neon flashes and night falls slowly. The Gothic clock tower in the center of the small town rang twelve times, and the deep bells floated leisurely over the quiet town.
Whether poor or rich, noble or inferior, great or ordinary, we are all the same in the face of time.
The long minute hand and the hour hand drag a long shadow forward on the wheel of time.
And the story begins here.