"It was difficult for the sea to be water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." Lin Yuyan never thought in her life that she would be so lovesick when everything came to an end, and then she realized that she might never forget it in this life, nor could she get it, nor let it go, nor let it go.
"Tingting is more than thirteen years old, and the cardamom leaves are in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles away on Yangzhou Road, and it is better to roll up the bead curtain."
When they were thirteen years old, they met for the first time on that autumn campus. The summer heat wave had not yet dissipated. The lilac flowers on the campus were blooming lushly. Everyone was looking forward to a new beginning and imagining what it would be like. Three years, what kind of junior high school life, and if Lin Yuyan knew it, then she would rather never enter that classroom in her life, the place that carried all her youthful fantasies and relied on decades of lovesickness, but also annihilated her love for the next ten years.
But does Lin Yuyan really not like it? No, there were her lifelong friends and the best memories of her youth. If she could choose, she would rather indulge in that lilac dream, dreaming for a thousand years, and never wake up again.
After walking through the Jingzhe, the summer solstice, the white dew, the great cold, and the reincarnation of the four seasons, can we still meet on that other shore? I miss you, can you still remember me? I love you, have you ever loved me?