Le'an: I don't know how many days I woke up like this, but I still vaguely remember that you passed by me in my dream, your steps were slow and your steps were slow, and your back gradually disappeared in the mist, as if you were passing through every scene that was insignificant to you...
Chuanhe: What limits our progress is often not the outside world, but ourselves. Le'an, don't worry about me.
Tang Xiaoli: The flower I want to give you tightly in my hand is not enough to complete a fairy tale, so I watch you smile peacefully and rush through my time.
Lu Tianyun: I used to think that tears would be difficult to shed, but after meeting you, I discovered that tears can actually be like a river bursting its banks in an instant.
This is a story intertwined with love and youthful frivolity. Cruel youth, cruel friendship, and love on the verge of despair, where should their souls go in the end...