Sitting under the willow tree with flying catkins in early summer, the catkins caressed Ren Xiaojing's red cheeks. Ren Xijing looked into the distance with the corner of her mouth slightly raised and said, "I don't know why I like him. Maybe it's just that liking him gave me a beautiful fantasy. Maybe he gave me a special feeling. Maybe it was the throbbing moment in adolescence." Who can tell? 'Yes! Who can explain the fluctuations of adolescence?