It was a beautiful June day, the sky above was clean and blue, and the sunlight rolled up fine dust like gold, which was projected onto the windows of a house...
Gu Xiaoran sat alone in front of the window, staring at the letter in his hand. There was something written on both sides of the letter. One side was the simplified score of a song, and the other side was the lyrics. Time seems to have returned to the beginning, back to when I was 16 years old. When I was 16 years old, I met a person and had a beautiful dream. The flowering season of 16 years old is in the rainy season. In the blooming season, there is youth, love, dreams, and even more unspeakable secrets...