Wait Until Spring Comes

Bai Xiang remembers many things! Who gave her a pen back then? The fish in the pond back then, she still remembers the boy who laughed and teased her, as bright as fireworks. How wonderful the southern air is, warm and charming! But why did the person who said he would depend on it till death disappear in the blink of an eye? Is love reacting too late? Tick ​​tock, spring is here. After spring, let's go back to summer.