Destiny is like a towering tree. After passing through the annual rings, we finally return to the starting point, like a clown who is overwhelmed and unable to greet it, or like a passerby who has nothing to do with him and walks by indifferently. No matter what the posture is, it always does not allow you to think and comes quietly.
The faint fragrance of jasmine mixed with the smell of green grass is the beginning of youth. . . .
They got to know each other at an early age because of a vain belief, and spent a happy childhood in a dreamy town full of gardenia flowers. As childhood sweethearts, they reunited at Zhizhi Middle School. Does he still remember Jasmine and Yuan? But are these still important?