Zhou Wen was deeply attracted by a girl on that summer day under the sunlight. In his fragile youth, the small-leafed banyan tree shrouded in long white sunlight and the camphor filled with sunlight in the summer wind were not as good as the shallow pool where the flowers bloomed after a long rain.
The flying bluebirds only landed on the ground, creating the most beautiful crystal waves. That was the most beautiful moment of Yujiuhua, and it was the most rapid throbbing of my heart that you stole, Caijie.
The youth of Zhou Wen and Yang Caijie bloomed with the purest and most beautiful light on the edge of love and pain, and in the refinement of ice and fire.