Everyone has a midsummer dream in their hearts. In the dream, the fragrance of gardenias flows along the short trees, withering and fragrant in the rain. The summer after graduation, the familiar fragrance of flowers wafted out of Xu Yang's dreams again. Meng Xia in front of her was like the fragrance of flowers, sometimes nihilistic and sometimes strong.
Hello, my name is Xu Yang. So, that's it, um, bye. Goodbye, my dream of eighteen years - Meng Xia.
Midsummer night is not yet young, youth is not yet young, I have already experienced vicissitudes of life.