This is a story about secret love.
It seems that there is always a girl, ordinary and ordinary, there is always a boy, bright and warm, there is always such a kind of sentiment, which slowly spreads in the young days.
Extremely bitter, yet sweet to the heart.
To youth.
Roses bloom beautifully in July.
Under the rose flower stand, the young man held up his camera and looked at the woman in the camera with a smile. His eyebrows were picturesque and she smiled softly, as bright as the sun, as if she wanted to melt into his heart.
Sixteen-year-old Hengyang would never have thought that Yan Chuanshu would one day hold her hand, walk beside her, and accompany her through the long years to come.