There are not many things that people can remember in this life, and the same is true for Yin Mingyu. He couldn't remember when the birds in the courtyard returned, nor who sent him the green bamboo leaf wine this month.
But he remembered a person and a conversation. Eight years later, he still remembered it.
It was an extremely boring afternoon, but he carefully remembered all the love and scenes of that day. The man was dressed in a light green gown, he was gentle and elegant, and he was full of energy. He made himself lean forward and backward with a few jokes, like the spring breeze blowing on his face. Yin Mingyu felt that he had just developed a love affair at that time.
But how could Yin Mingyu seize this shallow fate when he wants to? But who knew that Yin Mingyu and Wang Changjun's little fingers were already tied in knots.