In the early spring of six years old, they just met each other.
In the middle of the summer when he was twelve years old, he laughed off her innocent confession.
In the late autumn of seventeen years old, they met again, but he failed to recognize her, and she was always escaping.
In the harsh winter of eighteen years old, can his flame awaken her frozen heart?
She didn't dare to look back, didn't dare to touch the heart-breaking pain.
He didn't want to face the person he had hurt.
That sentence, I dare not say to you...
She despised herself and her timid self.
He hated himself, hated himself for hurting her.
That sentence, I dare not say to you...
He and she, walking in opposite directions, where will they go in the end?