That year, under the old banyan tree, there was a beautiful smile.
Chu Qingshan often takes this photo and slowly recalls the sweet past.
But once, it can only be once.
That she will never come back again.
He held the corner of the letter and slowly read the poem she loved when she was young, and her name - Yin Qianxi. It seemed like we were back to that first meeting.
"Hello, my name is Yin Qianxi."