In Gu Xia's memory, the best memory of his youth was waiting for the bus with him at the platform every day. From stranger to familiar, the only thing that remained unchanged was his profile in the sun, which was always clean and sharp. Every time Gu Xia secretly looked at him, he felt that the memory was like orange soda, a little sour but mostly sweet. To this day, she still gets inexplicably moved when she thinks back to the boy's appearance, simply because he was a boy who had penetrated most of her youth.
In fact, I just write casually, there is no fixed update time, just take a look.