Yao Jinjin met that man in this hot summer. No, no, he was just a boy at that time, a nineteen-year-old boy, and I was two years younger, seventeen. The same age as flowers, so young and full of vitality. Maybe it was because everyone who walked by her had the same aura as hers, so she noticed him in the vast sea of people. To use her own shameless saying, it was love at first sight. But it turns out that the so-called love at first sight is just that you were blinded at that moment.