"My love is a rose that blooms at the best moment, burns like fire, and never fades." This was the description when I first thought of him in the basement of Beijing. The man in white who was reading my diary suddenly turned away in tears, and then appeared on a rainy night, repeating the name "Xiao Yu".
During that period, Xiaoyu was a name that belonged to a collaborator. That year, Chen Long did not leave me, but always stayed by my side and became my first boyfriend. Chen Long always has a lot of patience to face my amnesia. It is also because of this that he knows that my name is "Huanhuan" and he always calls me "Huanhuan". I like him to call me that.