Su Qian likes her deskmate Gu Yihe. When I was young, I always regarded liking as love, and regarded unwillingness as being unable to let go. I always felt that liking someone was a big deal, and when I encountered a little setback, I felt that the end of the world was coming.
I always feel that my youth is in chaos.
We love hard and try hard to catch something, but we accidentally lose it.
We laughed and cried.
Maybe I will never have such passionate feelings again.
However, we will all miss our youth and our seventeenth year old.
This is a story written for people who are seventeen years old, and a story written for people who miss being seventeen years old.