This is a story that belongs to Chen Qiuhua and Su Ziran.
When Chen Qiuhua was 8 years old, her inadvertent smile turned into a silent film that lingered in his heart.
When she was 18 years old, she angrily left everything behind and left the city. Family, friendship, love... Are always phantoms to her.
At the age of 22, he discovered that she was a poppy planted in his heart, and he wanted to sip it away unless he discarded his heart...
This is a story that is less sad than sad, but a little more heartbreaking than heartbreaking.
In the story, I will remember the girl I wrote named Chen Qiuhua who made me feel distressed.
If - if life were just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?