The story of an ordinary girl who is neither lucky nor perfect, stumbles on her way to growth, and searches for herself. An eight-year secret love story. In this ordinary, imperfect youth, there is you and me. When he raised his head from the long river of memories, through the mist in his eyes, Yinli looked at the boy so close to him, and felt a little relieved. He was still so good and clean. Although she couldn't tell what she liked about him from beginning to end, she knew at this moment that he was obviously better than she imagined, and everything she liked was still there. This must be a very lucky thing, she twitched her lips. They were silent for a long time, letting bits and pieces of memories wander back and forth in their thoughts. The soft moonlight fell quietly on the overpass. Yinli tilted her head and looked at the full moon hanging in the sky with a complicated expression. She thought, "I saw it again, can you help me this time?" The moon didn't speak, and still didn't convey any message to her. Instead, he turned his head to look at her and said, "What are you looking at, so absorbed?" Chen Yinli didn't answer his question. She lowered her eyes and thought for a while. Finally, she exhaled, as if she had made a lot of determination. She raised her head to meet his inquiring gaze, mustered up the courage to look into his eyes and pretended to be calm, and made a good gesture, "Tell me about you. I heard that you have a girlfriend."